ake one side, and the senior and sophomore
representatives the other. Now I suppose the first thing to decide is
how our representative shall be chosen."

A buzz of talk spread over the room. "Why didn't they let us know
beforehand--give us time to think who we'd have?" inquired the talkative
girl on the row behind.

The president rapped for order as Kate Denise, her roommate, rose to
make a motion.

"Madame president, I move that the freshman representative aforesaid be
chosen by the chair. Of course," she went on less formally, turning to
the girls, "that is by far the quickest way, and Jean knows the girls as
a whole so well--much better than any of us, I'm sure. I think that a
lot depends on choosing just the right person for our debater, and we
ought not to trust to a haphazard election."

"Haphazard is good," muttered the loquacious freshman, in tones plainly
audible at the front of the room.

"Of course that means a great responsibility for me," murmured the
president modestly.

"Put it to vote," commanded a voice from the front row, which was always
occupied by the ruling faction. "And remember, all of you, that if we
ballot for representative we don't get out of here till four o'clock."

The motion was summarily put to vote, and the ayes had it at once, as
the ayes are likely to do unless a matter has been thoroughly discussed.

"I name Eleanor Watson, then," said Miss Eastman with suspicious
promptness. "Will somebody move to adjourn?"

"Well, of all ridiculous appointments!" exclaimed the loquacious girl
under cover of the applause and the noise of moving chairs.

"Right you are!" responded Katherine, laughing at Adelaide Rich's
disgusted expression.

But Betty was smiling happily with her eyes on the merry group around
Eleanor. "Aren't you glad, girls?" she said. "Won't she do well, and
won't the house be proud of her?"

"I for one never noticed that she was a single bit humorous," began Mary
indignantly.

Katherine pinched her arm vigorously. "Don't! What's the use?" she
whispered.

"Nor I, but I suppose Miss Eastman knows that she can be funny,"
answered Betty confidently, as she hurried off to congratulate Eleanor.

She was invited to the supper to be given at Cuyler's that night in
Eleanor's honor, and went home blissfully unconscious that half the
class was talking itself hoarse over Jean Eastman's bad taste in
appointing a notorious "cutter" and "flunker" to represent them on so
imp