with the rest. "Helen," whispered Betty on the
way, "I don't care what happens, I will, I will, I will make them sing
to me some day. Oh Helen, don't you love 19--, and aren't you proud of
it and of T. Reed?"

At the foot of the stairs they met the three B's. "Come on, come on,"
cried the three. "We're going to sing to the sophomores," and they
seized upon Betty and bore her off to the corner where the freshmen were
assembling. Left to herself Helen got into a nook by the door and
watched. It was queer how much fun it was to watch, lately.

"Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness
thrust upon them:"--she had read it in the library that morning and it
kept running in her head. Was it selfish and conceited to want to be
worth something to her college--to long to do something that would give
her a place among the girls? A month ago Theresa had stood with her high
up on the bank and watched the current sweep by. Now she was in the
stream; even Betty Wales envied her; she had "achieved greatness." Betty
wanted to be sung to. Well, no doubt she would be, in spite of the
"interruptions"; she was "born great." Helen aspired only to write a
song to be sung. That wasn't very much, and she would try hard--Theresa
said it was all trying and caring--for she must somehow prove herself
worthy of the greatness that had been "thrust upon" her.

Betty was in the centre of an excited group of freshmen. Christy Mason
was there too; probably they were planning for the serenade. "She won't
mind if I go," thought Helen. She would have liked to speak to Theresa,
but she had delayed too long; the teams had disappeared. So she slipped
out alone. There would be a long, quiet evening for theme work--for
Helen had elected Mary's theme course at mid-years, though no one in the
Chapin house knew it.

Betty did not get home till quarter of ten, and then she went straight
off to find Katherine and Rachel. "I came to see if there's anything
left of Rachel," she said.

"There's a big bump on my forehead," said Rachel, sitting up in bed with
a faint smile. "I'm sure of that because it aches."

"Poor lady!" Betty turned to Katherine. "You got your chance, didn't
you? I felt it in my bones that you would. Wasn't it all splendid?"

"Yes indeed," assented the contestants heartily.

"It made me feel so energetic," Betty went on eagerly. "Of course I felt
proud of you and of 19--, just as I did at the rally, but there was