--of that happy future state
in which smiles and kisses would take the place of gerunds and
gerundives.

"You silly little muff!" cried Patty. "Why on earth are you bothering
with Latin on a Friday night?"

She landed herself with a plump on Rosalie's right, and took away the
book.

"I have to," Rosalie sobbed. "I'd never finish if I didn't begin. I
don't see any sense to it. I can't do eighty lines in two hours. Miss
Lord always calls on me for the end, because she knows I won't know
that."

"Why don't you begin at the end and read backwards?" Patty practically
suggested.

"But that wouldn't be fair, and I can't do it so fast as the others. I
work more than two hours every day, but I simply never get through. I
know I shan't pass."

"Eighty lines is a good deal," Patty agreed.

"It's easy for you, because you know all the words, but--"

"I worked more than two hours on mine yesterday," said Priscilla, "and I
can't afford it either. I have to save some time for geometry."

"_I just simply can't do it_," Rosalie wailed. "And she thinks I'm
stupid because I don't keep up with Patty."

Conny Wilder drifted in.

"What's the matter?" she asked, viewing Rosalie's tear-streaked face.
"Cry on the pillow, child. Don't spoil your dress."

The Latin situation was explained.

"Oh, it's awful the way Lordie works us! She would like to have us spend
every moment grubbing over Latin and sociology. She--"

"Doesn't think dancing and French and manners are any good at all,"
sobbed Rosalie, mentioning the three branches in which she excelled,
"and I think they're a lot more sensible than subjunctives. You can put
them to practical use, and you can't sociology and Latin."

Patty emerged from a moment of revery.

"There's not much use in Latin," she agreed, "but I should think that
something might be done with sociology. Miss Lord told us to apply it
to our everyday problems."

Rosalie swept the idea aside with a gesture of disdain.

"Listen!" Patty commanded, springing to her feet and pacing the floor in
an ecstasy of enthusiasm. "I've got an idea! It's perfectly true. Eighty
lines of Virgil is too much for anybody to learn--particularly Rosalie.
And you heard what the man said: it isn't fair to gage the working day
by the capacity of the strongest. The weakest has to set the pace, or
else he's left behind. That's what Lordy means when she talks about the
solidarity of labor. In any trade, the workers have got to s