together to be much fun. A
tall, homely girl at the end of the table created a laugh by introducing
herself as Miss Katherine Kittredge of Kankakee.

"The state is Illinois," she added, "but that spoils the alliteration."

"The what?" whispered Betty to the sophomore.

But Miss Brooks only laughed and said, "Wait till you've finished
freshman English."

Betty's other neighbor was a pale, quiet little girl, with short hair
and a drawl. Betty couldn't decide whether she meant to be "snippy" or
was only shy and offish. After she had said that her name was Roberta
Lewis and her home Philadelphia, Betty inquired politely whether she
expected to like college.

"I expect to detest it," replied Miss Lewis slowly and distinctly, and
spoke not another word during dinner. But though she ate busily and kept
her eyes on her plate, Betty was sure that she heard all that was said,
and would have liked to join in, only she didn't know how.

The one really beautiful girl at the table was Miss Eleanor Watson. Her
complexion was the daintiest pink and white, her black hair waved softly
under the big hat which she had not stopped to take off, and her hazel
eyes were plaintive one moment and sparkling the next, as her mood
changed. She talked a good deal and very well, and it was hard to
realize that she was only sixteen and a freshman. She had fitted for
college at a big preparatory school in the east, and so, although she
happened to be the only Denver girl in college, she had a great many
friends in the upper classes and appeared to know quite as much about
college customs as Miss Brooks. All this impressed Betty, who admired
beauty and pretty clothes immensely. She resolved to have Eleanor Watson
for a friend if she could, and was pleased when Miss Watson inquired how
many examinations she had, and suggested that they would probably be in
the same divisions, since their names both began with W.

The remaining girl at Mrs. Chapin's table was not particularly striking.
She had a great mass of golden brown hair, which she wore coiled loosely
in her neck. Her keen grey eyes looked the world straight in the face,
and her turned-up nose and the dimple in her chin gave her a merry,
cheerful air. She did not talk much, and not at all about herself, but
she gave the impression of being a thoroughly nice, bright, capable
girl. Her name was Rachel Morrison.

After dinner Betty was starting up-stairs when Mary Brooks called her
back. "Won