o the Semper Fidelis Club,
she doesn't have to burden herself with mending. Besides, I keep her so
busy with my clothes she doesn't have time to do anything for outsiders.
Some of the girls were so provoking. They used to give her their work at
the eleventh hour, and then send for it before she had half a chance to
finish it. They didn't exert themselves to pay her, however. It was
weeks, sometimes, before they gave her the money. They usually forgot
about it and spent their allowance money for something else. I think I
have already told you that Father would adopt Ruth if she would consent
to it. But she is a most stiff-necked young person. She says she must
work out her own salvation, and that too much comfort might spoil her
for doing good work in the world."

"Do you suppose her father is really dead?" asked Grace thoughtfully.

"Oh, I think he must be," returned Arline quickly. "Even if he isn't
dead, there is only one chance in a thousand of her finding him. When I
went home last June I had one of my famous talks with Father. We decided
that I needed a competent person to look after me in college, and Father
asked Ruth to accept the position of companion. Then she could room with
me and be free from this hateful sewing. But she wouldn't do it, the
proud little thing! I like her all the better for her pride, though,"
concluded Arline in a burst of confidence.

"I think she is right about making her own way," declared Grace. "If I
were placed in her circumstances I imagine I should look at the matter
in the same light. Really, Arline, I often think that girls as happily
situated as you and I do not half appreciate our benefits."

"I know it," agreed Arline. "Still, I am wide awake to the fact that a
single room, pretty clothes and a generous allowance are not to be
despised. I have grown so used to my way of living that to adopt Ruth's
wouldn't be easy. I'd be worse off than she, for I don't know how to
mend or sew or do anything else that is useful. I wonder if the girls
would like me as well poor as rich," she said almost wistfully.

"Goose!" scoffed Grace. "Of course they would. How could any one help
liking you? To change the subject, when shall we call a meeting of the
bazaar specialists? We might as well post a notice on the big bulletin
board. It will do more to advertise the bazaar than anything else."

"Grace, you are a born advertiser," cried Arline. "There will be a crowd
around that bulletin board a