t of my getting it done?"

"Oceans of it," assured Mabel glibly. "I'll be as still as a mouse while
you do it. If you need a subject perhaps I can furnish the inspiration.
As long as I intend to become a newspaper woman I might as well begin to
sprout a few ideas."

"All right, I'll come," laughed Grace. "Did I tell you I was taking
chemistry this year? I find it very absorbing."

"I liked it, too," agreed Mabel. "I am more interested in psychology,
though I like my essay and short story work best of all. I'm going in
for interpretative reading, too. All that sort of thing will help me in
my work when I leave here."

"I wish I knew what I wanted to do," sighed Grace. "I'd love to begin to
plan about it now."

"It will dawn upon you suddenly some day," prophesied Mabel, "and you
will wonder why you never thought of it before."

The diners strolled along together as far as the campus. There,
Constance Fuller, Mabel, Frances and Helen Burton left the quartette
from Wayne Hall.

"It's early yet," said Elfreda, consulting her watch.

"What time is it, Elfreda?" asked Grace.

"Half-past eight," answered the stout girl. "We have plenty of time to
study. I, for one, need it. My subjects are all frightfully hard. I
tried to pick out easy ones, but did you ever notice that the schedule
is so arranged that you can't possibly pick out two easy subjects and
recite them both in the same term? One always conflicts with the other."

"Long experience, crafty faculty," laughed Miriam. "They know our
weaknesses and how to deal with them."

"The last time we were out to dinner in a body we talked about the past.
This time it was the future," remarked Elfreda. "That reminds me, what
has become of Arline and Ruth? I haven't seen either of them this week
except at a distance."

"Arline and Ruth haven't been on friendly terms since the night of
Arline's dinner at Vinton's," Grace remarked soberly. "It isn't Ruth's
fault. She is heartbroken over the estrangement. This is the first
difference she and Arline have ever had."

"Such a ridiculous thing to quarrel over," sniffed Elfreda. "I could see
that night that Arline was cross because Ruth didn't want to talk about
herself."

"I hope they will be friends again before the reception," said Grace.
"It would be awkward for all of us if they are not."

"Oh, dear," sighed Anne, sitting down on the top step of the veranda.
"I'm too lazy to look at my books to-night." The four girls