nd everybody jumped up and began saying good-bye at once
except Betty, who had to be enlightened by the campus girls as to the
dire meaning of the twenty-minutes-to-ten bell.

"Don't you keep the ten o'clock rule?" asked the fluffy-haired freshman
curiously.

"Oh, yes," said Betty. "Why, we couldn't come to college if we didn't,
could we?" And she wondered why some of the girls laughed.

"I've had a beautiful time," she said, when Miss King, who had come part
way home with her, explained that she must turn back. "I hope that when
I'm a junior I can do half as much for some little freshman as you have
for me."

"That's a nice way to put it, Miss Wales," said Dorothy. "But don't wait
till you're a junior to begin."

As Betty ran home, she reflected that she had not seen Helen dancing
that evening. "Oh, Helen," she called, as she dashed into the room,
"wasn't it fun? How many minutes before our light goes out? Do you know
how to dance?"

Helen hesitated. "I--well--I know how, but I can't do it in a crowd.
It's ten minutes of ten."

"Teach you before the sophomore reception," said Betty laconically,
throwing a slipper into the closet with one hand and pulling out
hairpins with the other. "What a pity that to-morrow's Sunday. We shall
have to wait a whole day to begin."

CHAPTER III

DANCING LESSONS AND A CLASS-MEETING

The next morning Helen had gone for a walk with Katherine, and Betty was
dressing for church, when Eleanor Watson knocked at the door. She looked
prettier than ever in her long silk kimono, with its ruffles of soft
lace and the great knot of pink ribbon at her throat.

"So you're going to church too," she said, dropping down among Betty's
pillows. "I was hoping you'd stay and talk to me. Did you enjoy your
frolic?"

"Yes, didn't you?" inquired Betty.

"I didn't go," returned Eleanor shortly.

"Oh, why not?" asked Betty so seriously that Eleanor laughed.

"Because the girl who asked me first was ill; and I wouldn't tag along
with the little Brooks and the Riches and your fascinating roommate. Now
don't say 'why not?' again, or I may hurt your feelings. Do you really
like Miss Brooks?"

Betty hesitated. As a matter of fact she liked Mary Brooks very much,
but she also admired Eleanor Watson and coveted her approval. "I like
her well enough," she said slowly, and disappeared into the closet to
get something she did not want and change the subject.

Eleanor laughed. "You're so polit