t the door of the room.

"Who is it?" This, gruffly.

"It's Marjorie--Marjorie Wilkinson! The girl with the canoe. I want to
take you for a ride in my boat!" This last proposal was made on the
inspiration of the moment.

To her surprise, she heard Frieda step forward and unlock the door.

"Whew!" she whistled, gazing at Marjorie's costume in open-mouthed
amazement. "Some dress!"

Marjorie smiled, all the while noting with pleasure the changed
appearance of the other. For Frieda wore the pleated skirt and middy
that Miss Phillips had bought for her the day before, and her hair was
arranged quite simply in the style Frances Wright adopted, without, of
course, the artificial ear-puffs.

"How nice you look, Frieda!" she observed, admiringly.

"None of that!" shouted the other girl. "This dress makes me sick, when
I look at yours!"

Marjorie perceived the jealousy in Frieda's eyes, and hastened to change
the subject.

"Will you go out in my canoe with me now?"

"Nope! Not in this rig!"

"But Frieda----"

"If you like it so much," she interrupted, "you wear it--and give me
yours!"

Now Marjorie's pink voile was one of her favorite dresses, and she had
counted upon wearing it in the evenings all winter. But it was not
really expensive, and she felt that she would gladly part with it if it
would effect a reconciliation. The sweater would be a weightier matter;
it had been a birthday gift from her father. Still, she would sacrifice
that, too, on the altar of this, her greatest desire of the present
time.

She considered making a bargain and extracting a promise of friendship
from the girl, but this, she felt, might antagonize her. So she merely
said,

"All right, Frieda; but you can't wear this to school. I'll wear yours
back to the dormitory, and then I'll put on another dress and give this
back to you again."

Frieda could hardly believe her ears when she saw Marjorie actually take
off her sweater and start to unfasten her dress. Then she clapped her
hands with delight; she was not so uncivilized as to lack the feminine
characteristic of love of pretty clothing.

The change was effected quickly, and the girls walked out together and
back to Miss Allen's where Marjorie changed the dress; and then to the
lake. Marjorie tried to talk naturally, but, only receiving
monosyllables as replies, finally gave up. Untying the canoe, and taking
the paddle from the bottom, she bade Frieda get in, and pushed off.