t fudge----"

"That fudge won't cook," broke in Betty in tragic tones. "It doesn't
thicken at all, and it's half-past nine this minute. What shall I do?"

Everybody crowded around the chafing-dish, giving advice and suggesting
unfailing remedies. But none of them worked.

"And there's nothing else but tea and chocolate," wailed Adelaide.

"But you can all have both," said Betty bravely, "and you've forgotten
the crackers, Adelaide. I'll pass them while you and Katherine go for
more cups."

"And you can send the fudge round to-morrow," suggested Mary Brooks
consolingly. "It's quite the thing, you know. Don't imagine that your
chafing-dish is the only one that's too slow for the ten-o'clock rule."

Betty insisted upon sitting up to finish the fudge, but she ended by
getting up before breakfast the next morning to cook it on Mrs. Chapin's
stove.

"Nobody seemed to care much about its being so slow, except me," she
said to Helen, as they did it up in neat little bundles to be handed to
the guests of the evening at chapel. "Weren't Eleanor and Roberta fine?"

"Yes," agreed Helen enthusiastically. "But isn't it queer that Roberta
won't let us praise her? She seems to be ashamed of being able to be so
funny."

Betty laughed. "That's Roberta," she said. "It will be months before
she'll do it again, I'm afraid. I suppose she felt last night as if she
had to do what she could for the honor of the house, so she came out of
her shell."

"She told Rachel that she did it on your account. She said you looked as
if you wanted to cry."

Betty flushed prettily. "How nice of her! I did want to cry. I felt as
if I was to blame about the fudge. I wish I had a nice stunt like that
of Eleanor's to come to people's rescue with."

"Were those what you call stunts?" inquired Helen earnestly. "I didn't
know what they were, but they were fine."

"Why, Helen Chase Adams, do you mean that you've been in college two
months and don't know what a stunt is----" began Betty, and stopped,
blushing furiously and fearing that she had hurt Helen's feelings. For
the reason why she did not know about stunts was obvious.

Helen took it very simply. "You know I'm not asked to things outside,"
she said, "and I don't seem to be around when the girls do things here.
So why should I know?"

"No reason at all," said Betty decidedly. "They are just silly little
parlor tricks anyway--most of them--not worth wasting time over. Do you
know Miss Willis