rm she might believe you and stop."

"Oh, Miss King, I couldn't," said Betty in consternation. "She wouldn't
let me--indeed she wouldn't!"

"She told Annette once that she admired you more than any girl in
college," urged Dorothy quietly, "so your opinion ought to have some
weight with her."

"She said that!" gasped Betty in pleased amazement. Then her face fell.
"I'm sorry, Miss King, but I'm quite sure she's changed her mind. I
couldn't speak to her; but would you tell me please just why any one
should--why you care?"

"Why, of course, it's not exactly my business," said Dorothy, "except
that I'm on the Students' Commission, and so anything that is going
wrong is my business. Miss Watson is certainly having a bad influence on
the girls she knows in college, and besides, if that sort of talk gets
to the ears of the authorities, as it's perfectly certain to do if she
keeps on, she will be very severely reprimanded, and possibly asked to
leave, as an insubordinate and revolutionary character. The Students'
Commission aims to avoid all that sort of thing, when a quiet hint will
do it. But Miss Watson seems to be unusually difficult to approach; I'm
afraid if you can't help us out, Betty, we shall have to let the matter
rest." She gathered up her caddy-bag. "I must get the next car. Don't do
it unless you think best. Or if you like ask some one else. Annette and
I couldn't think of any one, but you know better who her friends are."
She was off across the green meadow.

Betty half rose to follow, then sank back into her chair. Dorothy had
not asked for an answer; she had dropped the matter, had left it in her
hands to manage as she thought fit, appealing to her as a friend of
Eleanor's, a girl whom Eleanor admired. "Whom she used to admire,"
amended Betty with a sigh. But what could she do? A personal appeal was
out of the question; it would effect nothing but a widening of the
breach between them. Could Kate Denise help? She never came to see
Eleanor now. Neither did Jean Eastman--why almost nobody did; all her
really intimate friends seemed to have dropped away from her. And yet
she must think of some one, for was not this the opportunity she had so
coveted? It might be the very last one too, thought Betty. "If anything
happened to hurt Eleanor's feelings again, she wouldn't wait till June.
She'd go now." She considered girl after girl, but rejected them all for
various reasons. "She wouldn't take it from any girl,"