ange any one's mind," she said. "Isn't it queer how many different
views of a subject there are?"

"Of some subjects," said Eleanor pointedly.

It was exactly what Betty should have expected, but she couldn't help
being a little disappointed. Eleanor had just shown herself so fine and
downright, so willing to make all the reparation in her power for a
course whose inconsistency had been proved to her. It was very
disheartening to find that she cherished the old, reasonless grudge as
warmly as ever. But if Betty had accomplished nothing for herself, she
had done all that she hoped for Eleanor, and she tried to feel perfectly
satisfied.

"I think too much about myself, anyway," she told the green lizard, who
was the recipient of many confidences about this time.

The rest of the month sped by like the wind. As Betty thought it over
afterward, it seemed to have been mostly golf practice and bird club.
Roberta organized the bird club. Its object, according to her, was to
assist Mary Brooks with her zoology by finding bird haunts and conveying
Mary to them; its ultimate development almost wrought Mary's ruin. Mary
had elected a certain one year course in zoology on the supposition that
one year, general courses are usually "snaps," and the further theory
that every well conducted student will have one "snap" on her schedule.
These propositions worked well together until the spring term, when
zoology 1a resolved itself into a bird-study class. Mary, who was
near-sighted, detested bird-study, and hardly knew a crow from a
kinglet, found life a burden, until Roberta, who loved birds and was
only too glad to get a companion on her walks in search of them,
organized what she picturesquely named "the Mary-bird club." Rachel and
Adelaide immediately applied for admission, and about the time that Mary
appropriated the forget-me-nots that Katherine had gathered for Marion
Lawrence and wore them to a dance on the plea that they exactly matched
her evening dress, and also decoyed Betty into betraying her connection
with the freshman grind-book, Katherine and Betty joined. They seldom
accompanied the club on its official walks, preferring to stroll off by
themselves and come back with descriptions of the birds they had seen
for Mary and Roberta to identify. Occasionally they met a friendly bird
student who helped them with their identifications on the spot, and
then, when Roberta was busy, they would take Mary out in search of
"thei