Betty Wales Senior

, am I too late for

ld high to escape the dust of the station platform, sank down beside Rachel on a steamer trunk that the Harding baggage-men ha

l, pulling Betty's hat straight, "or rather

pretty nearly. You know that cunning li

viewed have lost their tru

rd the mountain of baggage that was

s before she got here-in Chicago or Albany, or maybe it was Omaha. She li

xy or the registrar to go back

r where she could get some shirt waists-just enough to last until she's perfectly sure that the trunks are gone for good. I didn't want to stick around here from three to four, so I said I'd go an

make for you to-day?"

hen we met Christy Mason, and as you couldn't go back with her I had to. But I only

a good idea?" i

ught if we tried them all in a row we could tell which was best. But we couldn't," sighed Betty regretfully, "because of course things taste better

t the shi

etty rose, sighing, as a train whistled somewhere down th

l be somebody that we know anyway. Wa

t was only two days ago! It seems two weeks. I've always rather envied the Students' Aid Society senio

n after

e's the eight-fifteen. Won't it be fun-to see the Clan get off that? Yes, I think I do envy myself. Can a person envy herself, Rachel?" She gave Rachel's arm a sudden

t this time next year I shall be earning my own living 'out in the

ding. "And miles from this dear old town," she added. "But we can write to each other

ndship. It was comforting somehow to find that girls like Betty and the B's, who had everything else, were just as fond of Harding and were going to be just as sorry to leave it. Rachel never envied anybody, but she liked to think that this life that was so precious to her meant much to all her friends. It made one feel surer that pretty clo

d we mustn't waste a single minute of it. I wish it was even

reams of girls, laden with traveling bags, suit-cases, golf-clubs, tennis-rackets, and queer-s

d where she was, just out of the crowd, watching the old girls' excited meetings and the new girls' timid progresses, which were

platforms from which the girls were descending. Her quick glance shot from one to the other, scanning each figure as it emerged from the shadowy car and stopped for an instant, hesitating, on the platform. The train was nearly emptied of its Harding contingent when all at once Betty ga

?" asked Betty, holding ou

g. "I don't know," she said doubtfully. "I'm to be a freshman at Harding. Fa

is up at the college answering fifty questions a minute, and I'm here to meet you.

ughed shamefacedly over her misunderstanding about the registrar, was comforted when Betty had explained that it was not an original mistake, and

st of the off-campus houses, and was speeding to the Belden for tea. "What a little goose she must have thought me! And what a dear she was! I wo

warm twilight, to wait, relieved of all responsibilities concerning cabs, expressmen, and belated trunks, while the crowded train pulled in, and then to dash frantically about from one dear friend to another, stopping to shake hands with a sophomore here, and there to greet a junior, but being gladdest, of course, to welc

father's luxurious camp in the Colorado mountains, where she and J

ame for the judge's young wife-"are coming on to commencement, and then of course you'll all meet them. Mother is so jolly-she knows just what girls like, and she enters into all

looked more elegant than ever in a chic little suit from Paris, wi

my trunk," she announced, "and here'

or me,"

-half," shr

ught to have brought me two pairs, because I wear

K?" asked Babe, who never wrote lette

ing, played tennis with the boys and Polly, tutored all I could, sent out father's bills,-oh, being the oldest of eight is no sn

ldren to wade in the brook, and chase the chickens and ride the horses? Next summer I'm going to have fresh-air child

Babe easily, "only

touch them," stipulated the fastidious Babb

evenings. And I've saved enough so that I shan't have to worry on

consequence. "Then you're as glad to get back to the grind as I am. Betty here, with her summer on an island in Lake Michigan, and Eleanor,

cried a prot

Georgia Ames, cheerful and sunburned and self-possessed shook hands

rl with glasses asked if there was anything she could do for me, and I said oh, no, that I'd been he

's shoulder affectionately. "You must get used to being treated that w

ke it up to you all we

e can," added

home," suggested Babe. "There'

off-campus boarding place. "She was awfully nice and amused about it all, and she thinks she can get her in right away, in Nat

ne resignedly. "There's certa

ly. "If my father was elected President, I'd

ome out in Washington any time-or if you can't,

issed," said Katherine sadly. "The

e. She said if you waited long enough each girl you had known and liked would come back in the person of some younger one. But I

ody la

so nice as you, Betty. She couldn't be. And I

it? When our little sisters or our daughters come to Harding they

oor-steps after ten," added Madeline pompously, whereat Eleanor, Katherine, Rachel and the B's ru

the colle

ne Ayres had written one morning during a philosophy lecture tha