yes," cried Betty, enthusiastically. "She's that tall, dark girl who
was with you yesterday at Cuyler's. She seemed lovely."

Eleanor nodded and got up from the piano stool. "I must go to work," she
said, smiling cordially round the little group. "Tell them what a good
president Jean will make, Betty. And don't one of you forget to come."

"She can be very nice when she wants to," said Katherine bluntly when
Eleanor was well out of hearing.

"I think she's trying to make up for Sunday," said Betty. "Let's all
vote for her friend."

The first class-meeting of 190- passed off with unwonted smoothness. The
class before had forgotten that it is considered necessary for a
corporate body to have a constitution; and the class before that had
made itself famous by suggesting the addition of the "Woman's Home
Monthly" to the magazines in the college reading-room. 190- avoided
these and other absurdities. A constitution mysteriously appeared, drawn
up in good and regular form, and was read and promptly adopted. Then
Eleanor Watson nominated Jean Eastman for president. After she and the
other nominees had stood in a blushing row on the platform to be
inspected by their class, the voting began. Miss Eastman was declared
elected on the first ballot, with exactly four votes more than the
number necessary for a choice.

"I hope she'll remember that we did that," Katherine Kittredge leaned
forward to say to Betty, who sat in the row ahead of her with the
fluffy-haired freshman from the Hilton and her "queer" roommate.

That night there was a supper in Jean's honor at Holmes's, so Eleanor
did not appear at Mrs. Chapin's dinner-table to be duly impressed with a
sense of her obligations. "How did you like the class-meeting?" inquired
Rachel, who had been for a long walk with a girl from her home town, and
so had not seen the others.

"I thought it was all right myself," said Adelaide Rich, "but I walked
home with a girl named Alford who was dreadfully disgusted. She said it
was all cut and dried, and wanted to know who asked Eleanor Watson to
write us a constitution. She said she hoped that hereafter we wouldn't
sit around tamely and be run by any clique."

"Well, somebody must run us," said Betty consolingly. "Those girls know
one another and the rest of us don't know any one well. I think it will
all work around in time. They will have their turns first, that's all."

"Perhaps," admitted Adelaide doubtfully. Her pessimistic ac