Betty Wales Senior

n the college catalogue. The president and the donor had both heartily approved of Betty's scheme, and the scholarships were an accomplished fact. It had been the donor's pleasant suggestion tha

at chapel, in the recitation halls, on the campus, noted those with shabby clothes and worried faces, found out their names and their boardi

met a group of girls who looked as if they might belong to the college. And then,

ng besides in helpfulness and social service, though Betty did not put it so grandly. To

son. Her hard summer's work had worn on her and made the busy round of tutoring and study seem particularly irksome

next year. I'm not so tired now as I was when I first got back, and I can rest all next summer.

gun to tell on her. A little easier time this year would mean better fitness for the necessarily hard year of teaching that was to follow, without the interval of rest that Rachel counted upon. Emily's mother was dea

ty. 19- might not be greatly missed after they had gone out into the wide, wide wor

astman would say, pleading with Betty to come for a drive.

Hildreth would declare. "Just think how few H

noeing in Paradise at sunset took on a new interest. Seniors who had felt themselves superior to the material joys of fudge-p

ace. Between trying not to miss any fun and doing my best to distinguish myself in the scholarly pursuits that my soul loves, I am well

ho could sit in a saddle was making frantic efforts to get a horse for an all-day ride among the hills. Betty was a beginner, but she had been persuaded to join a large party that included Eleanor, Christy, Madeline, Nita, and the B's. They were going to take a man to look after the ho

as Roberta Lewis announced her intention of doing. She helped the horseback riders to adjust their little packages of l

ho was starting to join Rachel and Katherine for a long walk. "I

m," said Helen easily, "and i

ritically at the western horizon. "I shouldn't be a bit surprised if it rained b

ereat Roberta Lewis was very nearly the only Harding girl w

the town and stopped at the edge

rry," suggested Madeline. "Then we shall have t

road both ways, miss," put

e at the swish of the noisy water, climbed the sunny hills beyond, and dipped down to a level str

allen behind the procession, and now came up at

nything to cook,"

s stuffed around under my sweater, and I stopped at tha

o toast," added Babe. "That's

out on a sudden," chuckled the groom, beginning to

ine, who had been poking about among the fallen leaves. "We can

ic was "truly elegant," as Babe put it. They sang songs while they waited for the coffee to boil, and to

the brook, talking softly to the

up. "Where is the sun?" she ask

PERFECTLY ELE

rest had mounted, raced down the road to get warm and also to return the pail that Bob had borrowed, to its owner. By the time they got back, afte

wait and git wet. Miss Hildreth's horse is skittish on ferries.

ng to the rendezvous. It was raining steadily now. Babe's horse objected to getting wet, and pull

ng sidewise in a fashion most upsetting to Betty's nerves. By the time they had reached the ferry, darkness seemed to have settled, and there

red the groom. "I guess we'd better wait over in tha

but nobody showed the "white feather." Babe's cheeks were pale, though, as she patted her restive mount, and laughed bravely at Made

herself holding her own and the groom's horse, while he plunged after Babbie's, who was snorting and kicking right into the midst of everything. It ha

tremendous jolt which set

an who had paid no attention to the

one another through

o get off?" asked t

n considere

horse plu

ked the groom, when someth

the river was awful

to shore. Then you send 'em off one by one, and we'll catch 'em. Miss Hildreth, you send yours first. No, Miss Wales, y

e bravely, shaking the water out of

horse went off easily enough, but Babbie's balked and then reared, and Betty's lay down first and then kicked viciously, when she and Babbie between them had succeeded in g

in?" asked Eleanor lightly, while they wa

cut one of her hands through her heavy glove, but she had forgotten that too, as she shivered and clung to the railing that Blac

and while he and the groom rubbed down the horses, his wife and little daughter

, who rode bare-headed, declared that she had gotten a beautiful shampoo free of charge. Even Babbie sm

n the bay mare is a corker. Her horse cut up somethin' awful. They all offered to change with her, but she said she guessed she could

hair like Miss Watson and to have a pleasant manner like Miss Wales, and above all to be "gritty" like Miss Hildreth. For the present evening the fiercest steed she could find to subdue

than most of their friends, and they were provided with hot baths and hot drinks, an

t a lot of freshmen were making fudge in her room and wished Betty would come and have some and tell them a

mallows in it, and nuts," urged Ge

no?" asked Betty. "I'

Only--" Geor

the folding doors are stuck open. I wish my room wasn't down

awfully to come. Can't

nsideration. "We'll hold a screen around you. The man will kn

he last flight, they adjusted it around Betty, and began slowly to make the desce

pered. "No-this is Lucile Merrifield and an

ack," whisp

objected Helen, "and

screen fell through Georgia's door into t

"Did you hear that horrid Lucile? 'A regular freshman trick'-

an fudge, it's the best I ever tasted

's room. "Helen," she began, "did I have on my pearl pin whe

y, "but I'll go and see. You might have dropped

ligent search of Georgia's room, as well as o

it once last year, and ages afterward I found it in my desk. I s

had on your lucky pin-the silver four-leaved clo

must be about somewhere. Some day when I'm not so lame f