bye."

"Good-bye. You just wait and see!" called Betty, climbing the steps.
Half-way up she frowned. Nan and mother would understand, but Will was
an awful snob. "He'll have to get used to it," she decided, "and he
will, too, after he's heard her do 'the temperance lecture by a female
from Boston.' But it will certainly seem funny to him at first. Why, I
guess it would have seemed funny to me last year."

The registrar looked up wearily from the litter on her desk, as Betty
entered. "Good-afternoon, Miss Wales. I sent for you because I was sure
that, however busy you might be you had more time than I, and I can talk
to you much quicker than I could write. As I wrote you, I have reached
your name on the list of the campus applicants, and you can go into the
Hilton if you choose. But owing to an unlooked-for falling out of names
just below yours, Miss Helen C. Adams comes next to you on the list. You
hadn't mentioned the matter of roommates, and noticing that you two
girls live in the same house, I thought I would ask you if you preferred
a room in the Belden house with Miss Adams. There are two vacancies
there, and she will get one of them in any case."

"Oh!" said Betty.

"I shall be very glad to know your decision to-night if possible, so
that I can make the other assignment in the morning, before the next
applicant leaves town."

"Yes," said Betty.

"You will probably wish to consult Miss Adams," went on the registrar.
"I ought to have sent for her too--I don't know why I was so stupid."

"Oh, that's all right," said Betty hastily. "I will come back in about
an hour, Miss Stuart. I suppose there isn't any hope that we could both
go into the Hilton."

"No, I'm afraid not. Any time before six o'clock will do. I shan't be
here much longer, but you can leave the message with my assistant. And
you understand of course that it was purely on your account that I spoke
to you. I thought that under the circumstances----" The registrar was
deep in her letters again.

But as Betty was opening the door, she looked up to say with a merry
twinkle in her keen gray eyes, "Give my regards to your father, Miss
Wales, and tell him he underrates his daughter's ability to take care of
herself."

"Oh, Miss Stuart, I hoped you didn't know I was that girl," cried Betty
blushing prettily.

Miss Stuart shook her head. "I couldn't come to meet you, but I didn't
forget. I've kept an eye on you."

"I hope you haven't seen anything