Betty Wales, Sophomore

thought. "Somehow there isn't enough of me to go round," she reflected. "I don't see why,-the other girls, no quicker

mployed almost unconsciously hitherto. She wanted to make life pleasanter for Dora Carlson. She wanted to write the long, newsy letters to Jim and to Judge Watson; letters that brought characteristic replies, confidential from Jim, genially humorous from her father, but both equally appreciative and as different as possible from their cold, formal notes of the year before. On the other hand, she wanted, both for selfish and unselfis

morning took to itself wings, was not the best way to mend matters. And when she did finally come back to earth, it was only to give an angry little exclamation, pick up a magazine f

" asked Alice Waite, overtaking her

tly. "Did it betwe

dear, it takes me days to do mine, and when they're done the

ossly. "You don't know anything ab

ales says-" bega

y know about it either?" inquire

ice helplessly, "but I'm sure sh

es

your man-and-girl stories are great, specially the

rossly, "and it's not great at all. It's so poor that I'm not eve

rassed expression which meant that she was deciding something-s

nch-table, Christy Mason rushe

r-right after Lab., if you have it. It's positively the last ride of the season and an awfully jolly crowd's going,-Betty and Jean and Kate Denise and the

ly, Christy, why should I go off on one of those dirty,

hristy, "and we must have your

clared Bob, who had danced up in the midst of the

come. I hadn't any intention of not coming. I only wanted to know why

explaine

ent," a

ng, we can argue about

"What I want now i

nd her assistants opened at specified hours on specified days,-not, as Mary Brooks explained, because they wanted what was in the boxes

freshman walked up to the box a

s isn't a mail-box,

ions made at 6 P.M. Tu

an. Then she glanced at

Oh, I thought of course

il

you do, remember that the collections are as prompt as the postman's

as red as her scarlet cap,

e lowest step of the broad stairway, as if she had decided to wait there until six o'clock and rescue the freshman's letter herself. Five-ten-fifteen minutes, she sat ther

hing through the hall at quarter to four. "I have to go ahe

the girls who always "went round." Then she shrugged he

little swish on the top of the pile inside. "It's too late to

r bottom made a hard seat, the passengers' spirits were elastic enough to endure all the bumps and jolts with equanimity. Hatless, though bundled in ulsters a

crowning touch to the festivity of the occasion. As they rounded the last corner on the homeward stretch, she tur

d all,-though why it should be, I'm sure I

to a moody silence that lasted until the car had dumped its merry load, and the "so

u, Eleanor?" asked Betty, when th

id Eleanor, and was starting across the grass

tcott and warm up wit

epeated h

ed Jean with her

iss Raymond a minute," r

orris of New York. I don't suppose you care to break into that, do you? She's

Then I'm going home, Jean. You're perfectly certain that she

Mills had been invited out to dinner with them, Jean went home to inform her roommate that Eleanor Watson was in more t

lf at last, turned and

en H

she appeared in the door. "How'd you

said Eleanor shortly.

a theme, but

o?" asked Betty,

only I wanted to h

Betty. "She's none too ag

get back the one I handed in to-da

are the funniest thing," she said. "Last year you didn't care about anything, and now I believe you're a worse fusser than Helen Chase Adams. The idea of worrying over a theme that i

it to Miss Ayres. I'd really rather you didn't. It may b

story which Miss Raymond read with great gusto to her prize theme class, and commented

of papers, and she met Eleanor's apologies with amused approval of sophomores, who, contrary to the popular tradition about their cock- sureness, were inclined to underestimate their abilities, and imagine, like fres

bestowed on Eleanor. She was showered with congratulations and compliments. Her old school friends like Lilian Day and Jean Eastman hastened to declare that they had always known Eleanor Watson could write. Solid, dependable students like Dorothy King and Marion Lawrence regarded her with new respect; awed little freshmen p

to her sarcastic, ungracious manner of the year before. She either ignored the pretty speeches that people made to her, or re

not to approve of the lady Eleanor's themes. I've heard that prosperity turns people's heads, but I never knew it made them into bear

etely mystified and b

strange

hink it's awfully funny that you shouldn't be pleased, and like to have them congratulate you. The theme must have been good, you see. Miss Raymond knows, and she liked it ever s

e's no use crying over spilt milk. I am queer-you know that-but I hadn't meant to hurt people's feelings. You're going to the library, aren't you? Well, Dora Carl

iliar "I want to congratulate you on that story, Miss Watson," Eleanor smiled pleasantly

r myself,-just business manager,-but Frances West is so busy that she asked me to stop in and s

itself over Eleanor's pa

-but-I can't let the

't have it? Why-well, o

try to sell it to

said with an odd little laugh. "No

n't often have to ask twice for contributions. And we want this very, very much.

id Elean

sed to having her own way and irritable when other people insisted, without reason, upon having theirs.

you should raise such a tempest in a teapot over a theme. You make me quite

n't mean to be either rude or disobliging or even-queer. Here is the stor

oft in triumph. "She didn't want to give it to me at first, and I lost my temper-she

ut she stole five minutes in w

he told me the great news. Eleanor, you'll be on

nor, who was lying buried among her pillows. "I hav