Betty Wales Senior

llowing afternoon very much as a trembling freshman goes

in her place, her placid but unyielding presence offering an effectual reminder to the girls who had been admiring Eleanor'

d not been able to agree unanimously on a play, so the chairman read the majority's opinion, in favor of "As You Like It," and then Katherine Kittredge explained the position of the minority, who wanted to be very ambitio

ty Wales was the only person who was much surprised when

aimed in dismay. "Why, I don't

ghed Barbara Gordon, who had been made chairman. "The cou

HAVING FRIENDS LI

proposed her name, making it seem almost as if she were taking sides with Eleanor's enemies. B

id, "but Jean dashed in ahead of her. She wanted

of having shown herself worthy to be trusted

he costume part. She would think I was just as frivolous as ever, and Barba

ests already assembled, and Eleanor, who had not gone to the class meeting but who

g friends like you to say they're glad," declared Betty, hugging Eleanor be

"and Betty, I think I'm going to leave Harding with a

as ever made to the way Eleanor's old

ortant committees had come to be a foregone conclusion, "I hope Nita and Rachel and K. won't be sorry t

my usual three slices of lemon?

ore than tea and lemon in this. There's a great secret.

ommanded Babbie, who had taken it in charge

tty, impressively, "is that Miss Hale

Bob, throwing up a pillow.

ad to go away for a change. Ethel wanted to wait until she was perfec

decisively. "Madame President, please instruct the secretar

Betty," sug

position," objected Bob. "It's only the

ng out to pull one of the offending ringlets. "Curly-

Babe," sugge

name, her hair has a

rieked with laughter at the recollection of Babe'

t on Rachel, "so it shouldn't count against her. Furth

ation. Babe, you're elected. Instruct the secr

just going to say, when I interrupted myself to remark upon the extraordinary absence of a presiding officer"-Babe coughed and dropped her presidential

"Imagine how a turtle would lo

g," persisted Babe, "and it wo

esident. Perhaps your committee can think of something appropriate tha

ecember at half-past e

l time," interposed Babbie, thoughtf

a. "You probably never will.

with no cards, but announcements, but Ethel wrote me herself and s

cried Bob, tossing up

y dear of her

get won't be a bit too go

over night?" asked Hele

ted, I mean, and it's all arranged where we are to stay. Ethel is going to have her sister and four bridesmaids to walk with

Madeline, who tumbled her flat on her back and held he

t will be pretty, and besides I want my match-makers to have a part in the grand dénouement of all their efforts. Will you ask the others and write Mary Brooks, whose address I don't know.

endid," echoed

maids," said Roberta Lewis in a

to answer yet, but she can certai

Babe, "is what to do with the few days bet

York, doesn't she? Well, you are all to come and stay in the flat with me. Hasn't it

s of dress. For Roberta's best evening-gown was lavender and Babbie's was pink, and the question was how to distribute Betty, Babe and Helen in white, Bob in blue, Eleanor in her fa

joys of Bohemia, New York, not to mention the regular excitement of going home, the fun of tucking Christmas presents into the corners of half-

ourse I won't leave her;" and Helen Adams had decided that considering all the extra expenses of senior year she couldn't afford the trip to New York. So there were only seven "almost bridesmaids," as Roberta called them, or "posts," which was Bob's name for them, to fall

e unpacking and digging on psychology 6 and history 10. Whereas in reality I'm just begi

ad ransacked New York to find them, and every one but Babe, who clung to her turtle as far superior to any "musty old antiques," thought them just odd and d

ge chum, John Alison, would leave the railroad he was building in Arizona and come east to be Dr. Eaton's best man. And it was Mr. John Alison who had "finished" Georgia Ames. He

with special consideration by everybody." Subsequent events seemed to show that the spe

chard Blake in the wedding-party-Richard Blake, editor of "The Quiver

ould begin any introductions Madeline greeted him enthusiastically and got

e said in a tone of unmistakable sincerity, when he was p

the most fascinating girl he had ever met, and then he hastened to assure me that that had absolutely nothing to do with his deciding to keep dark about h

irls in the whole family," Charlotte, Ethel's younger sister exp

were sitting on the stairs with at th

all know why Mary isn't monopolizing any one," she

nswer such nonsense," she retorted. "I'm going to

amiably. "Did you know, girls, that Mary can't stay over with Madeline because h

u a little white satin slipper like those we had filled with puffed rice for luncheon favors, and a lovely pin that Miss Hale wants you

uite reached Washington Square Madeline

explained. "She is our cook. So we'll hunt her up now

ious Scotch burr and an irresistible way of standing in the dining-room door and saying, "Come awa', my dears," when she had served a meal. Like everything else connected with the Ayres establishment, she was a

stopping at a number of funny, foreign-looking fruit and

later, pouring cream into her coffee from an adorable little S

retty, pale girl, who was evidently an artist because every one congratulated her on having some things "on the line" somewhere, three newspaper men from the flat above, wh

o her guests. "She lives down-stairs, so we can't go

, stopped long enough to ask if they had heard about the theatre party. They had not, so Mr. Blake explained that by a su

articularly interested in that play," he added, "so I've

't know about that either. Mrs. Carleton won't be back from the country until four o'c

reupon everybody laughed and Mrs. Bob assured her that Mrs. Carleto

his best finds to, and mourning when their rapturous enthusiasm prevented his getting them a real bargain. The newspaper men gave a "breakfast-luncheon" for them-breakfast for themselves, and luncheon for their guests-which was so successful that it was continued that same evening by a visit to a Russian puppet-show and supper in a Chinese re

orked hard. It was just as Madeline had told them, only more so. The girls said a sorrowful good-bye to Mrs. Bob, Mrs. McLean and th

er we shall all have to get clothes, and after th

," said Katherine Kittredge. "Is there anybody here presen

y Henderson, Professor Henderson's ten-year-old son, who had admired college girls ever since he found that Bob Parker could beat him at steering a double-runner. Between times

urse there were exceptions to this rule, but the girl who said at a campus dinner-table, "If I am Portia, who is there tall enough for Bassanio?" became a col