t do
that. Landis, you know you did not, and you cannot convince me by a few
fine words that you did. The oration you delivered in chapel, the last
rhetorical before the holidays, is almost word for word like the original.
You gave me your copy to write up for our society paper. I have it, and
also the original. If you are still doubtful of my statement, I'll go with
you to Dr. Morgan and give them to her to read."

"Oh, I believe you," was the reply given in an indifferent manner. "That
was the one 'Character Sketches in Shakespeare.' I had forgotten about
that. We were rushed with work. I remember now. I had no time to write an
oration suitable for a public affair. I remember I did commit one of those
old ones. But I do not think I claimed it was original. You people just
took that for granted. If you had taken the trouble to ask me, I would
have told you. I do not know that it is my fault that you were deceived."

"Well, Landis," said Elizabeth slowly, "you are surely an adept in
slipping out of trouble. Now, Nora O'Day did wrong and made no attempt to
deny it. She bore her punishment without a complaint. Your words do not
deceive me one iota. They would have done so six months ago. But that
time's gone. It really does me good to speak so plainly to you now. I have
felt deceitful all along in knowing about those papers, and then listening
quietly while you criticized every one else at Exeter--girls who would not
be guilty of doing what you have done. We will not discuss the subject
further, but do not think that you are deceiving me. You are not. You
copied, not one, but most of your orations and theses. But do not worry.
Continue to copy if you wish. It is none of my affairs, and I shall tell
no one. Now I'm through talking with you, and I feel a great deal better
for telling you what I know." Turning, she walked toward the door. "I'm
going back to my room to get to work now. I'll tell Min that she can come
back if she wishes to."

"But, Elizabeth, you came to talk about the method of examinations," said
Landis sweetly. She did not lift her eyes to meet the direct glance of her
caller. She still continued to play with the paper-knife, running it up
and down the felt of the table, making depressions in geometrical designs.
"Since you feel as you do about Nora O'Day, that she is sorry and all
that, and since she is a friend of yours, I'll withdraw my objections to
her. Of course, I feel as you do. It is not right to