" she said. "Now
which building is which?"

Betty pointed out the Hilton House proudly. "That's all I know," she
said, "except these up here in front of course--the Main Building and
Chapel, and Science and Music Halls."

"We know the gymnasium," suggested Helen, "and the Belden House, where
we bought our screen, is one of the four in that row."

They found the Belden House, and picked out the Westcott by its
name-plate, which, being new and shiny, was easy to read from a
distance. Then Helen made a discovery. "Girls, there's water down
there," she cried. Sure enough, behind the back fence and across a road
was a pretty pond, with wooded banks and an island, which hid its
further side from view.

"That must be the place they call Paradise," said Betty. "I've heard Nan
speak of it. I thought it was this," and she pointed to a slimy pool
about four yards across, below them on the back campus. "That's the only
pond I'd noticed."

"Oh, no," declared Katherine. "I've heard my scientific roommate speak
of that. It's called the Frog Pond and 'of it more anon,' as my already
beloved Latin teacher occasionally remarks. To speak plainly, she has
promised to let me help her catch her first frog."

They walked home through the apple orchard that occupied one corner of
the back campus.

"It's not a very big campus, and not a bit dignified or imposing, but I
like it," said Betty, as they came out on to the main drive again, and
started toward the gateway.

"Nice and cozy to live with every day," added Katherine. Helen was too
busy comparing the red-brick, homely reality with the shaded marble
cloisters of her dreams, to say what she thought.

Betty's dancing class was a great success. With characteristic energy
she organized it Monday morning. It appeared that while all the Chapin
house girls could dance except Helen and Adelaide Rich, none of them
could "lead" but Eleanor.

"And Miss King's friends said we freshmen ought to learn before the
sophomore reception, particularly the tall ones; and most of us are
tall," explained Betty.

"That's all right," interposed Eleanor, "but take my advice and don't
learn. If you can't lead, the other girl always will; and the men say it
ruins a girl's dancing."

"Who cares?" demanded Katherine boldly. "Imagine Betty or Miss Brooks
trying to see over me and pull me around! I want to learn, for one--men
or no men."

"So do I," said Rachel and Mary Rich together. "And I," drawled Ro