on of
unconcern. "Would you wear the blue silk waist or the brown dress?"

"Well, the Westcott is the swellest house on the campus, you know. When
I go there I always put on my very best."

"Yes, but which is my best?"

Betty considered a moment. "Why, of course they're both pretty," she
began with kindly diplomacy, "but dresses are more the thing than
waists. Still, the blue is very becoming. But I think--yes, I'm sure I'd
wear the brown."

"All right. If you change your mind before Sunday you can let me know."

"Yes," said Betty briefly. She was examining the batiste skirt to see if
it would need pressing for the dramatics. After all, Jack was more fun,
and probably Mr. Parsons was invited by this time anyhow--he knew lots
of Harding girls. What was the name of Jack's dormitory house? She would
ask the Riches; they had a brother in the same one. So she strolled off
to find the Riches, and incidentally to get the latest basket-ball news
from Rachel and Katherine. At nine o'clock they turned her out; they
were in training and supposed to be fast asleep by nine-thirty. When she
opened her own door, Helen was still sitting idly in the wicker rocker,
looking as if she would be perfectly content to stay there indefinitely
with her pleasant thoughts for company.

Betty had quite lost interest in Helen lately; she had small patience
with people who moped, and besides, between Eleanor and the valentine
enterprise, her thoughts had been fully engrossed. But this new mood
made her curious. "She acts as if she'd got a crush," she decided.
"She's just the kind to have one, and probably her divinity has asked
her to dinner, and she can't put her mind on anything else. But who on
earth could it be--in the Westcott House?"

She was on the point of inquiring, when Helen diverted her attention to
something else. "I made a wonderful discovery to-day," she said.
"Theresa Reed and T. Reed are the same person."

Betty laughed. "They might easily be," she said. "I don't see that it
was so wonderful."

"Why, I've known Theresa all this year--she was the one that asked me to
go off with her house for Mountain Day. She's the best friend I have
here, but she never told me that she was specially interested in
basket-ball and I never thought--well, I guess I never imagined that a
dear friend of mine could be the celebrated T. Reed," laughed Helen
happily. "But all sorts of nice things are happening to me lately."

"That's good," said