e Professor buttered
toast and poured out the coffee.

Presently it was all over. Two Christmas breakfasts had been prepared in
Mrs. Brady's kitchen that morning where none had been expected.

"'Twas lucky I'd laid in supplies," exclaimed the genial Irish woman. "A
body can never tell what starvin' crayture's comin' to the door beggin'
for a crust."

And now Molly Brown found herself, almost without realizing it, walking
across the college grounds beside her Professor.

"I can never, never thank you," she was saying. "I couldn't even try."

"Don't try," he answered. "Indeed, I ought to thank you for introducing
me to that lovely bit of orchard. As for the money, it was fairly crying
out to be invested. I think I made a great bargain."

"But Dodo said----"

"Dodo talks too much," said the Professor, frowning. "He knows nothing
about me and my affairs."

"Anyhow, you'll let me apologize for the way I answered you last night,"
said Molly, giving him a heavenly smile.

The Professor looked away quickly.

"The apology is accepted," he said gravely.

"And now we are friends once more, Miss Molly Brown of Kentucky, are we
not?"

"Yes, indeed," cried Molly joyfully, feeling happy enough to dance at
that moment.

CHAPTER XIX.

FACING THE ENEMY.

It was a joyous day when Judy returned to college just before mid-years,
after her long exile in the back room of O'Reilly's. She was made
welcome by all her particular friends who killed the "potted" calf, as
Edith called it, in honor of the prodigal's return.

And Judy was well content with herself and all the world. A hair-dresser
in Wellington had, by some mysterious process, restored her hair to very
nearly its natural shade. Thanks to Molly, chiefly, and the others, she
was well up in her lessons and quite prepared to breast the mid-year
wave of examinations with the class. Never had the three friends at No.
5 been more gloriously, radiantly happy than now on the verge of final
examinations. And then one day, in the midst of all this serenity and
peace, Adele Windsor dropped in to call on Judy. At once Nance fled from
the apartment. She could not bear the sight of this sinister young
woman. Molly would have gone, too, but she remained, at an imploring
glance from Judy, and slipped quietly into the next room, leaving the
door ajar.

"Judy knows she can call for help if she needs it," she thought rather
complacently, for she was no longer afraid of that