There was no closet, and she found herself much cramped for room. It was
very disheartening, for she loved neatness and order, and perceived that
it would be no easy matter to maintain them here, where it was so
difficult to find a place for everything and keep it there.
The supper-bell rang, but she delayed obeying the summons in order to
finish the work in hand. She was hardly more than five minutes behind
time, yet received a sharp reprimand from Professor Manton, and a black
mark.
Of course she was angry and indignant, and plainly showed that she was;
not mending matters in the least thereby.
In sullen displeasure she took the seat assigned her, and glancing over
the table, was tempted to turn away in disgust.
The food provided was of the plainest, scant in quantity, inferior in
quality, and neither well prepared nor daintily served; in all which it
presented a striking contrast to the meals that Lulu had been accustomed
to sit down to at Ion and Viamede.
She ate but little; in fact, homesickness had nearly destroyed her
appetite.
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