ten o'clock
A long line of rooms extended up and down , both sides of the corridor , the end one , No. 70 , with its pretty bay-window overlooking the lawn and Stony Brook beyond , was occupied by Stella Drummond , a tall , striking brunette of eighteen . To the hundred-fifty girls in Columbia Heights School this story can only allude in a brief way but of those who figure most prominently in Polly 's and Peggy 's new world we 'll let Polly give the general `` sizing-up . '' These girls were all about the same age , and , excepting Stella , juniors , as were Peggy and Polly , whose previous work under tutors and in high school had qualified them to enter that grade at Columbia Heights . It was their first night at the school , and `` lights-out '' bell had rung at ten o'clock , but a glorious October moon flooded the room with a silvery light , almost as bright as day . Peggy in one pretty little white bed and Polly in the one beside it were carrying on a lively whispered conversation . `` Well , we 're _ here _ , '' was Polly 's undisputable statement as she snuggled down under her bed-covers , `` and now that we are what do you think of it ? '' `` I 'm glad we 've come .