And what do you think? I told him about
the seat!"

Priscilla smiled approvingly upon her usually recreant room-mate. "Well,
Patty, you certainly are better than I gave you credit for!"

"Thank you," murmured Patty.

"I begin to believe you _have_ got a conscience," said Georgie.

"An excellent one," said Patty, complacently.

"It pays in the end," said Priscilla.

"It does," agreed Patty. "Professor Cairnsley said he would explain
Swedenborg to me himself, and he invited me over to dinner to-night!"

V

The Elusive Kate Ferris

The mysterious Kate Ferris, who kept Priscilla on the verge of nervous
prostration for a whole semester, entered upon her college career in an
entirely unpremeditated and impromptu manner. It began one day away back
in November. Georgie Merriles and Patty had just strolled home from the
athletic field, where they had been witnessing the start of a
paper-chase cross country, in which Priscilla was impersonating a fox.
As they entered the study, Georgie stopped to examine some loose sheets
of paper which were impaled upon the door.

"What's this, Patty?"

"Oh, that's the registration-list for the German Club. Priscilla's
secretary, you know, and every one who wants to join comes here. The
study has been so full of freshmen all the time that I told her to hang
it on the door and let them join outside; it works beautifully." Patty
turned the leaves and ran her eyes down the list of sprawling
signatures. "It's a popular organization, isn't it? The freshmen are
simply scrambling to get in."

"They're trying to show Fraeulein Scherin how much interest they take in
the subject," Georgie laughed.

Patty picked up the pencil. "Would you like to join? I know Priscilla
would be gratified."

"No, thank you; I pay club dues enough already."

"I'm afraid I'm not exactly eligible myself, as I don't know any German.
It's such a beautifully sharp pencil, though, that I hate not to write
with it." Patty poised the pencil a moment, and abstractedly traced the
name "Kate Ferris."

Georgie laughed. "If there should happen to be a Kate Ferris in college,
she would be surprised to find herself a member of the German Club,"
and the incident was forgotten.

A few days later the two came in from class, to find Priscilla and the
president of the German Club sitting on the divan with their heads
together, frantically turning the leaves of the catalogue.

"She isn't a sophomore," the president