as New York--to say nothing of the
smaller cities. Any place with telegraph wires and competent people at
both ends can keep up with the times nowadays----"

"Yes, but what about the theaters and operas," Judy began hotly.

"And clothes," added Adele softly, with a quick glance at Molly's old
blue suit which had been well brushed and cleaned that morning and hung
on the back of a chair to dry. Molly had not even noticed the glance.
She was looking across the campus in the direction of the infirmary and
at the same time forming a resolution to go over and inquire for
Professor Green as soon as she could arrange her tumbled hair.

But Nance had caught the slightly contemptuous expression in Adele's
eyes and resented it with warm loyalty.

"I don't see what clothes have to do with it," she asserted. "Because in
New York people look at one's clothes before they look at one's face, it
doesn't follow that they are more advanced than people in other places."

"New York only shows one how to improve one's clothes and one's face,"
put in Adele calmly.

Nance felt somehow reproved by this elegant cold-blooded creature whom
Judy had thrust upon them. And now Judy must needs take a flying leap
into the discussion.

"Nance, you are behind the times," she cried. "There is no excuse now
for women to be badly dressed or plain. Even poor people can dress in
taste and there are ways for improving looks so that the most ordinary
face can be beautified."

"Can you make little eyes big?" demanded Nance.

"Don't be silly," said Judy.

And it looked for a moment as if a quarrel were about to be precipitated
between the friends, when Molly, glancing at Adele Windsor, began to
laugh.

"And all this because somebody said red hair was the fashion," she said,
but she had an uncomfortable feeling that Adele was fond of starting a
fight in order to look on and see the fun, and she wished in her heart
that her beloved Judy had not taken up with such a dangerous young
woman. She now tactfully changed the subject to the theater.

Adele had signed photographs of almost all the actors and actresses in
the country and could give interesting bits of personal history about
many of them. Having launched the company on this safe topic, Molly
seized the old blue suit and departed into her bedroom. Judy and
presently Nance also were soon absorbed in an account of Miss Windsor's
visit at the home of a famous actress. Molly, indeed, was careful to