Queen's circle and while
that body was only exclusive in the matter of intelligence and good
breeding, and the new member seemed to meet both requirements, still the
circle as a whole was not entirely agreeable to Judy's latest find.

The new girl had a very grand sounding name, "Adele Windsor," and Judy
was hurt when Edith Williams demanded if Adele was related to "The Widow
of Windsor." Adele was certainly very handsome,--tall, with a beautiful
figure, dark eyes and hair more red than brown.

"She dresses with artful simplicity," Margaret had remarked, but hardly
a girl in college had handsomer clothes than Adele Windsor.

Nobody could cast aspersions against her intelligence, either. She had
entered the junior class of Wellington as a special; which was pretty
good work, in the opinions of our girls. If any name could be given to
the objections they all secretly felt for Judy's new friend, it was that
she was so excessively modern. She was a product of New York City; and
so thoroughly up to date was this bewildering young person regarding
topics of the day, from fashions and beauty remedies to international
politics, that she fairly took the breath away even of such advanced
persons as Margaret Wakefield.

Adele now followed Judy into the room, and Molly, shaking back the hair
from her face, bowed and smiled politely. Nance was not so cordial in
her greeting. She had already prophesied what the history of Judy's
friendship with this girl would be.

"Judy will get terribly intimate and then awfully bored. I know her of
old."

"You're right in the fashion, Miss Brown," observed Adele, taking a seat
near Molly and regarding her hair with admiration.

"That's the first time anybody ever said such a thing about me,"
exclaimed Molly with a laugh. "I'm usually three years behind. Now, you
couldn't mean this gray kimono, could you? Or maybe it's my pumps," she
added. "I know low heels are coming back again." Thrusting out one of
her long, narrow feet, she looked at it quizzically.

"No, no, it's your hair," replied Adele. "Red hair is the fashion now.
You see it everywhere; at the theaters, in society, at the opera----"

"You mean everywhere in New York," corrected Nance.

Adele smiled, showing a row of even white teeth. She was really very
handsome.

"Well, isn't New York the hub of the world?" put in Judy.

"No," answered Nance firmly. "Boston and San Francisco and Chicago and
St. Louis are just as much hubs