se that the Semper
Fidelis girls give a 'Famous Fiction' masquerade and invite the college.
We won't try to make any money this time. Later on we will give a
concert. This dance will be just a college frolic, but it will be fun to
dress up and mask. There will be plenty of girls who won't attend the
affair, but there will be a great many who will come. The gymnasium is
large enough to accommodate a crowd. We'll have dancing, of course, and
Semper Fidelis is going to pay for the orchestra out of their own
pockets. There won't be any real refreshments, just lemonade and fancy
crackers. The real fun will lie in the costumes. Every one who attends
must be dressed to carry out the title of some work of fiction, either
standard or 'best sellers.'"

"What a jolly idea," smiled Patience. "I know already what I shall
choose."

"Good!" exclaimed Grace. "Put on your wraps and go with me to Arline's.
I feel as though I must discuss it with her to-night."

Within the next five minutes Grace and Patience were crossing the campus
to Morton House.

"I was just getting ready to go to Wayne Hall," declared Arline, as they
marched into her room in obedience to her rather impatient "Come in."

"And didn't care to be bothered with visitors," added Patience.

"I thought it was a freshman on the next floor who demands admittance at
regular hour intervals. She has the 'crush' habit to distraction. She's
a nice girl," added Arline, generously, "even though she bores me
frightfully at times, and I wouldn't for anything hurt her feelings. I
am glad you came. I was just thinking of making you a call. I want to
talk over our Famous Fiction dance."

"Why, that is what brought us here!" cried Grace. "We decided that there
was no time like the present for talking it over."

"Then, being of the same mind, we shall no doubt accomplish wonders,"
laughed Arline. "When shall we give it?"

"The sooner, the better," advised Patience. "That is, if you expect the
freshmen and sophomores to turn out to it. Midyear examinations are only
three weeks off, and by the last of next week every one will be so
desperately devoted to reviewing back lessons that the idea of a
masquerade won't create an iota of enthusiasm."

"Patience is as level-headed as ever," agreed Grace. "Why not have the
masquerade next Monday evening? That will give us a week to decide on
our costumes and order our masks. Suppose we ask that poor old woman who
keeps the little shop just