inked at the green lizard. "Yes indeed," she said cordially. "Why
don't you try it on to be sure it's all right? I'm going to put on mine
in just a minute."

She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the dress. It was a simple
white muslin. The sleeves were queer, the neck too high to be low and
too low to be high, and the skirt ridiculously short. "But it might have
been a lot worse," reflected Betty. "If she'll only fix it!"

"Wait a minute," she said after she had duly admired it. "I'll put mine
on, and we'll see how we both look dressed up."

"You look like a regular princess out of a story-book," said Helen
solemnly, when Betty turned to her for inspection.

Betty laughed. "Oh, wait till to-morrow night," she said. "My hair's all
mussed now. I wonder how you'd look with your hair low, Helen."

Helen flushed and bit her lip. "I shan't look anyhow in this horrid
short dress," she said.

"Then why don't you make it longer, and lower in the neck?" inquired
Betty impatiently. Helen was as conscientiously slow about making up her
mind as she was about learning her Livy. "It's hemmed, isn't it? Anyhow
you could piece it under the ruffle."

"Do you suppose mamma would care?" said Helen dubiously. "Anyway I don't
believe I have time--only till to-morrow night."

"Oh I'll show you how," Betty broke in eagerly. "And if your mother
should object you could put it back, you know. You begin ripping out the
hem, and then we'll hang it."

Helen Chase Adams proved to be a pains-taking and extremely slow sewer.
Besides, she insisted on taking time off to learn her history and
geometry, instead of "risking" them as Betty did and urged her to do.
The result was that Betty had to refuse Mary Brooks's invitation to
"come down to the gym and dance the wax into that blooming floor" the
next afternoon, and was tired and cross by the time she had done Helen's
hair low, hooked her into the transformed dress, and finished her own
toilette. She had never thought to ask the name of Helen's junior, and
was surprised and pleased when Dorothy King appeared at their door.
Dorothy's amazement was undisguised.

"You'll have to be costumer for our house plays next year, Miss Wales,"
she said, while Betty blushed and contradicted all Helen's explanations.
"You're coming on the campus, of course."

"So virtue isn't its only reward after all," said Eleanor Watson, who
had come in just in time to hear Miss King's remark. "Helen Chase Adams
is