the first intermission, when Mrs. Andrews
rose to go, and the girls, after saying good-bye to the boys,
accompanied her to the apartment.

"I looked at every waitress in the dining-room," said Marjorie, when she
and Lily were alone in their room, "and I tried to see all the people I
could on the streets to-day, but none of them looked like Frieda!"

"Oh, Marj! You're hopeless!" replied Lily, in exasperation. "Here I
expected you to rave about John Hadley, or at least the football game,
and the very minute he's gone, you begin on that girl again!"

"Do I bore you, Lil? Or do I seem unappreciative?" asked Marjorie,
penitently.

"No, you old dear!" laughed Lily, relenting. "By the way, what is it you
want to do to-morrow?"

"Go shopping!" replied Marjorie happily, for the idea of the novel
experience was pleasing to her.

Mrs. Wilkinson had given her daughter some money with which to go
shopping, and the girls planned their trip for Friday. Mrs. Andrews
decided to send the chauffeur with them, allowing them to go otherwise
unaccompanied, for she knew how much pleasure it would afford them to
go alone.

Early after lunch the following day, the girls started on their
expedition. After they left the car and entered the shops, Marjorie
wanted to proceed slowly, stopping everywhere to look at displays and to
examine the beautiful things spread alluringly before their eyes. She
really bought little; the experience was so new to her that she could
scarcely make up her mind what to choose.

At quarter after four Lily looked at her watch.

"I'm dead, Marj!" she announced. "Let's go and get some hot chocolate,
and then go home."

"All right," agreed Marjorie reluctantly. "But I sort of hate to leave.
By the way, Lil, have you been noticing the salesgirls?"

"Not 'specially. Why?"

"I thought one of them might be Frieda."

"If you mention Frieda Hammer again," threatened Lily, "when I get back
to school, I'll go poison that fortune teller for getting you so worked
up."

"Oh, please don't, Lil!" begged Marjorie, good-naturedly.

She followed her hostess out of the brilliantly lighted department
store, across the street, and into a cozy, softly lighted tea-room. The
contrast between the glaring, noisy shops and this quiet, restful
retreat worked wonders with the tired girls. They seemed almost
immediately to imbibe the peaceful atmosphere, and to become refreshed.

"It's lovely!" exclaimed Marjorie, refusing even t