too," announced Molly meekly, "but I feel
that I'm not ready to begin yet----"

"You can't begin too young," interrupted Edith.

"I know, but I'm coming back for a post grad. course in"--Molly
hesitated, she hardly knew why--"in English and--and a few other things.
I've got no style----"

"What, are you really coming back?" they cried.

"Nance and I have decided to return," replied Molly. "We are not ready
to join the ranks yet, are we, Nance? Dear Nance is going to polish up
her French literature. I'll be busy enough. I expect to do a lot of
tutoring and other profitable work."

"What shall I do?" groaned Judy. "I don't want to study any more, and,
yet, how can I bear for you two to be at Wellington without me to bother
you."

Molly looked at her and smiled.

"Remember, you are to come home with me this summer, Judy, and maybe
you'll like Kentucky so well you'll want to stay there."

Molly was well aware that her brother Kent had fallen in love with Judy
at first sight, and it didn't occur to her that anybody could resist the
charms of her favorite brother.

"Margaret, why don't you come back?" asked Nance.

"Not me," answered Margaret. "I hear the voice of suffrage calling!"

"We all of us hear voices calling," broke in Katherine. "And each is a
different voice according to our natures. Now Margaret's voice is
soprano, but Jessie hears a deep baritone----"

"Nothing of the sort," cried Jessie.

"'Fess up, now, Jessie, when is it to be?"

The girls all gathered around pretty Jessie and at last, hard pressed,
she said:

"When it does come off you'll have to assemble from the four quarters of
the globe to act as bridesmaids, but the day's not set yet."

"Have you decided on the man?" asked Edith.

"Edith, how can you?" answered Jessie, laughing.

"What are you going to do, Katherine?" asked Molly, when the excitement
had quieted down.

"Teach," answered Katherine bluntly. "I loathe the thing, but a place
awaits me, so I suppose next winter will find me sitting behind a little
table, ringing a bell sharply, and saying, 'Now, girls, pay attention,
please.'" She turned her large melancholy eyes on her sister. "Edith
thinks she's the only writer in the family, but in the intervals of
teaching I intend to surprise her. I've already had one short story
accepted by an obscure but _bona fide_ magazine which hasn't sent me a
check yet."

"Have you heard the joke on Katherine?" put in Edith.

"Do tell,"