they cried, while Katherine said fiercely: "Now, Edith, you
promised to keep that a secret."

"It's too good to keep. She chose for the subject of her graduating
essay 'The Juvenile Delinquent,' and got it all written and then it
occurred to her that Miss Walker would announce 'The Juvenile
Delinquent, Katherine Williams,' and she could not stand the
implication."

"Poor Katherine," they cried, laughing joyously.

And now Molly was handing around nut cake and cloud bursts, it seemed
almost for the last time, and after that these bright spirits in kimonos
flitted away to their rooms.

A little later, after darkness and quiet had descended, an ecstatic
little giggle broke from Judy, lying alone and staring at the dim
outline of her window. It was too soft a sound to disturb the tired
sleepers in the adjoining rooms, but it meant that Judy had an idea,--an
idea that she could see already realized by the aid of her remarkable
imagination.

Her mind had been reviewing the talk of the evening and revolving about
each of the girls in turn;--Edith and Katherine and Molly, literary and
ambitious; Nance, serious and studious; Jessie, pretty, romantic and
destined for marriage; and Margaret, the able and willing champion of
suffrage. And Judy had smiled as she began to recall certain hours when
Margaret's enthusiasm had waxed high, even so far back as Freshman year,
and her first class presidency. That thought had started others, and as
Judy remembered various amusing incidents of the four years, her "idea"
had flashed upon her. It was then that Judy had hugged herself and
laughed aloud, but it was several nights later that she shared with the
other girls her inspiration.

They had gathered in Otoyo's little room that night,--just the eight
close friends who now grasped every opportunity for one more good time
together. They were a little inclined to sadness, for they had all been
busy with those extra duties that point directly to the closing days of
college life.

Some had posed before the class photographer's camera, some had borne
the weariness of having gowns fitted, and at least two had practiced
their parts for the commencement exercises.

Margaret and Jessie were humming the chorus of one of the Senior class
songs and Otoyo was just beginning to make the tea, when Judy slipped
out of the room with a word of excuse and a promise to return.

Molly turned lazily to Nance who sat close beside her on the couch and