session of the college.

Betty, who had the happy faculty of being on hand at interesting
moments, was crossing the campus on her way home from the Hilton House.
She had taken her last examination, had helped Alice Waite finish up a
box of candy, and now had nothing to do until dinner time, so she
stopped to watch the novel coasting, and even had one delicious ride
herself on Dorothy King's dust-pan.

Near the gate she met Mary Brooks and Roberta and asked them if they had
been through the campus.

"No," said Mary, "we've been having chocolate at Cuyler's." And she
dragged her companions back to within sight of the hill. Then she
abruptly turned them about and hurried them off in the other direction.

"Let's go straight down and buy some dust-pans," she began
enthusiastically. "We have just time before dinner, and we can slide all
to-morrow afternoon."

"Oh, no," demurred Roberta. "I couldn't."

Betty laughed at her expression of alarm, and Mary demanded, "Why not?"

"Oh, I couldn't," repeated Roberta. "It looks dangerous, and, besides, I
have to dress for dinner."

"Dangerous nothing!" jeered Mary. "Don't be so everlastingly neat and
lady-like, child. What's the use? Well," as Roberta still hung back,
"carry my fountain pen home, then, and don't spill it. Come on, Betty,"
and the two raced off down the hill.

Roberta looked after them admiringly, wishing she were not such a "muff"
at outdoor sports.

The next afternoon Betty and Mary hurried over to the campus directly
after luncheon to try their new toys. The crust was still firm and the
new sport popular as ever.

"You see it's much more exciting than a 'bob,'" a tall senior was
explaining to a group of on-lookers. "You can't steer, so you're just as
likely to go down backward as frontward; and being so near the ground
gives you a lovely creepy sensation."

"The point is, it's such a splendid antidote for overstudying. It just
satisfies that absolutely idiotic feeling that every one has after
mid-years," added an athletic young woman in a gray sweater, as she
joined the group with her dust-pan tucked scientifically under her arm.

She was Marion Lawrence, sophomore vice-president, and Mary Brooks's
best friend. Betty, fearing to be in the way, joined another lone
freshman from the Belden House.

"Do you suppose you could sit up to study to-night if you had to?"
inquired the freshman as they stood waiting their turns to go down.

"No, only it seems