mima! I didn't know they were such good
friends."

Frank Preston was a cousin of Louise Preston, an old Seddon Hall girl
Lois and Polly had met him three summers before, while they were
visiting Louise, and Lois and he had kept up the friendship ever since.

"Of course he gave it to me, and Polly you know he had a thousand and
one good reasons for going to Princeton. Harvard is not the only
college."

"Only one I'd go to if I were a boy," Polly answered airily. "But what
will we do? I can't hold this up all day."

Betty had a sudden inspiration.

"I'll tell you," she announced. "Take turns, Poll, you put yours up this
week and Lo can have hers next, and there you are." She looked proud at
having solved the difficulty.

"Bet, you're a genius!" Polly exclaimed, and Lois added her quota of
praise.

"Put yours up first, Poll," she said.

But Polly protested.

"No, yours is up already; leave it, and mine can go up next week." So it
was decided.

"Now, stop work and let's talk," Betty suggested. "Haven't you anything
to eat?"

"Jam, crackers and peanut butter in the window box," Lois told her. "Get
them out and tell us about the Art teacher; I'm going to go on hanging
pictures."

"Well, she's a duck, I told you that, and an old friend of Mrs. Baird;
her first name is Janet. I was standing in the hall when she arrived and
I carried her bag to her room. She has the one next to the Spartan's,
poor soul!"

"Well how do you know she's nice?" Polly insisted.

"Because she's something like Mrs. Baird."

"Oh, well, of course that's enough; she couldn't be just as nice."

"No, naturally not. There's only one Mrs. Baird, which reminds
me--there's a young child"--Betty said the words with emphasis--"A
Freshman, I think, who needs serious attention. I heard her fussing
to-day; something was wrong and she said 'Mrs. Baird made her sick.'"

Lois looked horrified, but Polly only shrugged her shoulders.

"She won't last long," she said indifferently, and Betty felt ashamed of
having bothered to give the child a lecture.

"When do we have a Class meeting?" she asked, to change the subject.
"We've got to do something about the welcome dance."

"Why not now?" Lois stopped hammering. "Let's get the Seniors all in
here."

It was only a matter of a few minutes before this was accomplished, for
Betty went to rout them out.

Angela came first to be followed by the two Dorothys, then Mildred Weeks
and Evelin Hatfield, t