in her hair, and she was a doctor of philosophy and had written the
leading article in the learned German magazine that lay on her table.

"You must come again, both of you, when I can make tea for you
properly," she said as she closed the carriage door.

Betty, leaning whitely back on Mary's shoulder, with her arm on Miss
Ferris's softest down pillow, smiled happily between the throbs. If she
was fated to have sprained her wrist, she was glad that she had met Miss
Ferris.

Saturday night and Sunday were long and dismal beyond belief. The wrist
ached, the cheek smarted, and a bad cold added its quota to Betty's
miseries. But she slept late Monday morning, and when she woke felt able
to sit up in bed and enjoy her flowers and her notoriety. Just after
luncheon the entire Chapin house came in to congratulate and condole
with her.

"It's too windy to have any fun outdoors," began Rachel consolingly.

"Who sent you those violets?" demanded Katherine.

"Miss Ferris. Wasn't it dear of her? There was a note with them, too,
that said she considered herself still 'deeply in my debt,' because of
her carelessness--think of her saying that to me!--and that she hopes I
won't hesitate to call on her if she 'can ever be of the slightest
assistance.' And Mary, she said for us not to forget that Friday is her
day at home."

"You are the luckiest thing, Betty Wales," sighed Rachel, who worshiped
Miss Ferris from afar.

"Now if I'd knocked the august Miss Ferris down," declared Katherine, "I
should probably have been expelled forthwith. Whereas you----" She
finished the sentence with an expressive little gesture.

"Who gave you the rest of this conservatory, Betty?" asked Mary Brooks.

"Clara Madison brought the carnations, and Nita Reese, a girl in my
geometry division, sent the white roses, and Eleanor the pink ones, and
the freshman I was sliding with these lilies-of-the-valley. It's almost
worth a sprained wrist to find out how kind people are to you," said
Betty gratefully.

"Too bad you'll miss to-night," said Mary, "but maybe it will snow."

"I don't mind that. The worst thing is my not being able to get my
conditions off the bulletin," said Betty, making a wry face.

"Goodness! That is a calamity!" said Katherine with mock seriousness.

"Nonsense! You've studied," from Rachel.

"If you should have any conditions, I'll bring them to you," volunteered
Eleanor quietly. Then she looked straight at Rachel and Katherin