and your house number, and then we'll take a car, unless you wouldn't
mind walking. It's not far."

On the way to Mrs. Chapin's Betty learned that her new friend's name was
Dorothy King, that she was a junior and roomed in the Hilton House, that
she went in for science, but was fond of music and was a member of the
Glee Club; that she was back a day early for the express purpose of
meeting freshmen at the trains. In return Betty explained how she had
been obliged at the last moment to come east alone; how sister Nan, who
was nine years older than she and five years out of college, was coming
down from a house party at Kittery Point, but couldn't get in till eight
that night; and father had insisted that Betty be sure to arrive by
daylight.

"Wales--Wales----" repeated the pretty junior. "Why, your sister must
have been the clever Miss Wales in '9-, the one who wrote so well and
all. She is? How fine! I'm sorry, but I leave you here. Mrs. Chapin's is
that big yellow house, the second on the left side--yes. I know you'll
like it there. And Miss Wales, you mustn't mind if the sophomores get
hold of that joke about your asking the registrar to meet you. I won't
tell, but it will be sure to leak out somehow. You see it's really
awfully funny. The registrar is almost as important as the president,
and a lot more dignified and unapproachable, until you get to know
her. She'll think it too good to keep, and the sophomores will be
sure to get hold of it and put it in the book of grinds for their
reception--souvenirs they give you, you know. Now good-bye. May I call
later? Thank you so much. Good-bye."

Betty was blushing hotly as she climbed Mrs. Chapin's steps. But her
chagrin at having proved herself so "verdant" a freshman was tempered
with elation at the junior's cordiality. "Nan said I wasn't to run into
friendships," she reflected. "But she must be nice. She knows the Clays.
Oh, I hope she won't forget to come!"

Betty Wales had come to college without any particular enthusiasm for
it, though she was naturally an enthusiastic person. She loved Nan
dearly, but didn't approve of her scheme of life, and wasn't at all
prepared to like college just because Nan had. Being so much younger
than her sister, she had never visited her at Harding, but she had met a
good many of her friends; and comparing their stories of life at Harding
with the experiences of one or two of her own mates who were at the
boarding-school, she had d