ately Eleanor is. Good-bye."

When Betty handed Eleanor the note she read it through unconcernedly,
unconcernedly tore it into bits as she talked, and spent the entire
evening, apparently, in perfect contentment and utter idleness,
strumming softly on her guitar.

The next morning Betty met Jean on the campus. "Did she tell you?" asked
Jean.

Betty shook her head.

"I thought likely she hadn't. Well, what do you suppose? She won't
resign. She says that there's no real reason she can give, and that
she's now making it a rule to tell the truth; that I'm in a box, not
she, and I may climb out of it as best as I can."

"Did she really say that?" demanded Betty, a note of pleasure in her
voice.

"Yes," snapped Jean, "and since you're so extremely cheerful over it,
perhaps you can tell me what to do next."

Betty stared at her blankly. "I forgot," she said. "The girls mustn't
know. We must cover it up somehow."

"Exactly," agreed Jean crossly, "but what I want to know is--how."

"Why not ask the class to choose its speaker? All the other classes
did."

Jean looked doubtful. "I know they did. That would make it very awkward
for me, but I suppose I might say there had been dissatisfaction--that's
true enough,--and we could have it all arranged----Well, when I call a
meeting, be sure to come and help us out."

The meeting was posted for Saturday, and all the Chapin house girls,
except Helen, who never had time for such things, and Eleanor, attended
it. Eleanor was expecting a caller, she said. Besides, as she hadn't
been to classes in the morning there was no sense in emphasizing the
fact by parading through the campus in the afternoon.

At the last minute she called Betty back. "Paul may not get over
to-day," she said. "Won't you come home right off to tell me about it?
I--well, you'll see later why I want to know--if you haven't guessed
already."

The class of 19-- had an inkling that something unusual was in the wind
and had turned out in full force. There was no need of waiting for a
quorum this time. After the usual preliminaries Jean Eastman rose and
began a halting, nervous little speech.

"I have heard," she began, "that is--a great many people in and out of
the class have spoken to me about the matter of the Washington's
Birthday debate. I mean, about the way in which our debater was
appointed. I understand there is a great deal of dissatisfaction--that
some of the class say they did not understand wh