knocked on her door, her first
impulse was to let her in and ask her advice. But a second thought
suggested that it was safer to confide in nobody. The next morning she
was glad of the second thought, for things looked brighter, and it would
have been humiliating indeed to be discovered making a mountain out of a
mole-hill.

"The trouble with Caroline was that she wasn't willing to work hard,"
she told herself. "Now I care enough to do anything, and I must make
them see it."

She devoted her spare hours on Monday morning to "making them see it,"
with that rare combination of tact and energy that was Eleanor Watson at
her best. By noon her fears of being sent home were almost gone, and she
was alert and exhilarated as she always was when there were difficulties
to be surmounted.

"Now that the play is over, I'm going to work hard," Betty announced at
lunch, and Eleanor, who was still determined not to confide in anybody,
added nonchalantly, "So am I." It was going to be the best of the fun to
take in the Chapin house.

But the Chapin house was not taken in for long.

"What's come over Eleanor Watson?" inquired Katherine, a few days later,
as the girls filed out from dinner.

"She's working," said Mary Brooks with a grin. "And apparently she
thinks work and dessert don't jibe."

"I'm afraid it was time," said Rachel. "She's always cutting classes,
and that puts a girl behind faster than anything else. I wonder if she
could have had a warning in anything."

"I think she could----" began Katherine, and then stopped, laughing. "I
might as well own up to one in math.," she said.

"Well, Miss Watson is going to stay here over Thanksgiving," said Mary
Rich.

Then plans for the two days' vacation were discussed, and Eleanor's
affairs forgotten, much to the relief of Betty Wales, who feared every
moment lest she should in some way betray Eleanor's confidence.

On the Wednesday after Thanksgiving Eleanor burst in on her merrily, as
she was dressing for dinner.

"I just wanted to tell you that some of those conditions that worry you
so are made up," she said. "I almost wore out my tutor, and I surprised
the history department into a compliment, but I'm through. That is, I
have only math., and one other little thing."

"I don't see how you did it," sighed Betty. "I should never dare to get
behind. I have all I want to do with the regular work."

Eleanor leaned luxuriously back among the couch cushions. "Yes," she