e," she said. "I wish I were. That is,
I wish I could make people think I was, without my taking the trouble.
Don't go to church."

"Helen and Katherine are coming back for me. You'd better go with us,"
urged Betty.

"Now that Kankakee person----" began Eleanor. The door opened suddenly
and Katherine and Helen came in. Katherine, who had heard Eleanor's last
remark, flushed but said nothing. Eleanor rose deliberately, smoothed
the pillows she had been lying on, and walked slowly off, remarking over
her shoulder, "In common politeness, knock before you come in."

"Or you may hear what I think of you," added Katherine wickedly, as
Eleanor shut the door.

Helen looked perplexed. "Should I, Betty?" she asked, "when it's my own
room."

"It's nicer," said Betty. "Nan and I do. How do you like our room,
Katherine?"

"It's a beaut," said Katherine, taking the hint promptly. "I don't see
how you ever fixed your desks and couches, and left so much space in the
middle. Our room is like the aisle in a Chicago theatre. That Japanese
screen is a peach and the water-color over your desk is another. Did you
buy back the chafing-dish?"

Betty laughed. She had amused the house by getting up before breakfast
on the day after Nan left, in her haste to buy a chafing-dish. In the
afternoon Rachel had suggested that a teakettle was really more
essential to a college establishment, and they had gone down together to
change it. But then had come Miss King's invitation to eat "plowed
field" after the frolic; and the chafing-dish, appearing once more the
be-all and end-all of existence, had finally replaced the teakettle.

"But we're going to have both," ventured Helen shyly.

"Oh yes," broke in Betty. "Isn't it fine of Helen to get it and make our
tea-table so complete?" As a matter of fact Betty much preferred that
the tea-table should be all her own; but Helen was so delighted with the
idea of having a part in it, and so sure that she wanted a teakettle
more than pillows for her couch, that Betty resolved not to mind the
bare-looking bed, which marred the cozy effect of the room, and above
all never to let Helen guess how she felt about the tea-table. "But next
year you better believe I'm hoping for a single room," she confided to
the little green lizard who sat on her inkstand and ogled her while she
worked.

When church was over Katherine proposed a stroll around the campus
before dinner. "I haven't found my bearings at all yet,