could write or that the paper would take
anything from her if she did. He had merely talked at random and was a
little taken back when Molly clasped her hands joyously and cried:

"Oh, and would they pay me?"

"Of course," he answered, hoping devoutly in his heart they would. "I'll
tell you what you do. This is the Jubilee Year at Wellington, isn't it?"

"Yes; it's been officially announced at last."

"Well, you could use that as a starter, with a little of the history of
Wellington and the big festival you're going to have, and then you
could go on and give some talk about the girls,--what you do and all
that. There could be pictures of the cloisters and the library,
perhaps."

"What a wonderful chance to answer Miss Slammer's article," Molly
thought. "It's just what we would have wanted and never dreamed of
getting. It's so kind of you," she said aloud. "I would be proud to do
it for nothing if the paper doesn't want to pay----"

"Oh, it'll pay you all right if it takes the story. You may get anywhere
from ten to thirty-five dollars for it."

"Why, that's enough to buy a dress," she exclaimed involuntarily, and
Jimmy decided in his heart that he would sell that article if he had to
wear the soles off his boots walking up and down Park Row.

"I suppose you'd like it simple," said Molly.

Jimmy laughed.

"Well, we don't like anything flowery," he said, "but you write it the
way you like and I'll change it if necessary. Just tell about things as
if you were writing a letter home."

"There it is again," thought Molly. "First the Professor and now Mr.
Lufton."

They finished the morning with a walk and Jimmy Lufton entertained Molly
with a hundred stories about his life in New York, and then he listened
to her while she talked about college and home and her hopes.

At last they parted at the Quadrangle gates, where Andy McLean was
waiting to take Jimmy home with him to dinner, and Molly saw him no
more, since he was to catch the three-thirty train back to New York; but
she had his address carefully written on a scrap of paper and already
the opening paragraph of the newspaper article was beginning to shape
itself in her mind. She saw nothing of Judy until bedtime. Judy had been
with her friend, Adele, she said. But when the two friends parted that
night Judy flung her arms around Molly's neck and kissed her so
tenderly that Molly could not help feeling a bit surprised, since only a
few hours before Judy ha