wn room a set of silver toilet articles and
distributed them over the top of Phil's bureau.

"I forgot all about these, Phil; but they fit in handily right here. A
little self-indulgence of my own, but my old ones are good enough. Oh,
please don't!" she exclaimed, as Phil began to thank her. "Why shouldn't
you have them? Who has a better right to them, I'd like to know!"

Whereupon she began experimenting with the nail-polisher from Phil's
set.

"This is a good polisher, Phil. I'm going to show you how to do your own
manicuring--every lady her own maid. Sarah dug up a colored hairdresser,
manicurist, and light-running domestic chatterbox this morning, and she
gave my hair a pulling I shan't forget in a hurry. Never again! If you
can't have a trained maid, you'd better be your own beautifier. I had a
wonderful girl the last time I was over, and took her with me on a motor
trip through the chateau country. She was an outrageous little flirt.
Two chauffeurs got into a row about her during the week we spent at
Tours, and one pounded the other into a pulp. The French rural police
are duller than the ox, and they locked up Marie as a witness. Imagine
my feelings! It was very annoying."

Her smile belied the annoyance. Phil surmised that she had enjoyed the
experience; but Lois added no details to her hasty picture. Lois did not
trouble herself greatly with details; everything with her was sketchy
and impressionistic.

"What about boys, Phil?"

"I've had one proposal; he was a senior with a funny stammer. He went
away with his diploma last June, and said he'd never forget. I got his
cards to-day. She's a Lafayette girl he had down for the 'Pan' in his
senior year. She has golden hair," Phil added musingly.

"The scoundrel; to forget you as quick as that!" And Lois laughed as
Phil bent her head and clasped her hands in a mockery of dejection.
"You've come out and I suppose you are asked to all the parties. Let me
see, when I was a girl there were candy-pullings, and 'companies' where
you sat around and were bored until somebody proposed playing 'The
Prince of Paris Lost his Hat' or some game like that. When the old folks
went to bed, our hostess would find a pack of cards--authors, most
likely--or play a waltz on the soft pedal for two couples to dance.
Wholesome but not exciting."

"Oh, we're livelier and better than that! They have real balls now at
the Masonic Hall; and all the fraternities have dances, and there's