is different," Betty decided at
last. "I'm asking them not as officials, but just as awfully nice
people, who know what to say better than we girls do. Miss King would
think that was all right."

Without giving herself time to reconsider, Betty sped toward the Hilton
house. All sorts of direful suppositions occurred to her while she
waited for a maid to answer her ring. What if Miss Ferris had forgotten
about writing the note, or had meant it for what Nan called "a polite
nothing"? Perhaps it would be childish to speak of it anyway. Perhaps
Miss Ferris would have other callers. If not, how should she tell her
story?

"I ought to have taken time to think," reflected Betty, as she followed
the maid down the hall to Miss Ferris's rooms.

Miss Ferris was alone; nevertheless Betty fidgeted dreadfully during the
preliminary small-talk. Somebody would be sure to come in before she
could get started, and she should never, never dare to come again. At
the first suggestion of a pause she plunged into her business.

"Miss Ferris, I want to ask you something, but I hated to do it, so I
came right along as soon as I decided that I'd better, and now I don't
know how to begin."

"Just begin," advised Miss Ferris, laughing.

"That is what they say to you in theme classes," said Betty, "but it
never helped me so very much, somehow. Well, I might begin by telling
you why I thought I could come to you."

"Unless you really want to tell that you might skip it," said Miss
Ferris, "because I don't need to be reminded that I shall always be glad
to do anything I can for my good friend Betty Wales."

"Oh, thank you! That helps a lot," said Betty gratefully, and went on
with her story.

Miss Ferris listened attentively. "Miss Watson is the girl with the
wonderful gray eyes and the lovely dark hair. I remember. She comes down
here a great deal to see Miss Cramer, I think. It's a pity, isn't it,
that she hasn't great good sense to match her beauty? So you want me to
speak to her about her very foolish attitude toward our college life.
Suppose I shouldn't succeed in changing her mind?"

"Oh, you would succeed," said Betty eagerly. "Mary Brooks says you can
argue a person into anything."

Miss Ferris laughed again. "I'm glad Miss Brooks approves of my
argumentative ability, but are you sure that Miss Watson is the sort of
person with whom argument is likely to count for anything? Did you ever
know her to change her mind on a subject o