leave her door open a crack in order not to miss a word. After all, it
was fun to live at "the hub," as Judy called it, and know great people
and see the best plays and hear all the best music. But this stunning
metropolitan person did make one feel dreadfully provincial and shabby.
She wondered if Adele had noticed the shabby dress. Molly sighed.

"I don't think clothes would interfere so much with my good times," she
thought, "if only I didn't love them so."

Then she resolutely pinned on the soft blue felt, which at least was new
if not expensive, slipped on her jacket and returned to the next room.

"I'll see you at dinner, girls," she said. "Good-bye, Miss Windsor."

"I'm going to dinner with Adele at Beta Phi," announced Judy.

Adele occupied what the girls now called the "hoodoo suite" at Beta Phi.
This was none other than Judith Blount's old apartment, afterwards
sub-let to the unfortunate Millicent Porter.

"Shall Nance and I call by for you on the way to vespers, then?" asked
Molly.

"I'm not going to vespers. You don't mind, do you, Molly?"

Ever since they had been at college the three girls had kept their
engagement for vespers on Sunday afternoons. They had actually been
known to refuse other invitations in order to keep this friendly
compact. And Judy was breaking away from what had come to be an
established custom. Of course, it was just this once and absurd to feel
disappointed, only Molly, glancing over Judy's head at Adele standing by
the window, had caught a glint of triumph in her eyes. What was she
after, anyway? Did she wish to wean the tempestuous Judy from her old
friends? The two girls exchanged a quick, meaningful look.

"We'll miss you, Judy," said Molly, and went into the corridor, closing
the door softly behind her. Hardly had she reached the head of the
staircase, when Judy came tearing after her.

"You aren't angry with me, Molly, dearest?" she cried. "Adele and I have
a wonderful scheme on hand. I'll tell you what it is some day. Don't you
think she's perfectly fine? So handsome--so clever----"

"Yes, indeed," answered Molly, trying to be truthful. "I hope you'll
have a beautiful time, Judy, but we'll miss you just the same,
especially on the walk afterwards. Had you forgotten about the walk?"

"Oh dear, Molly, you are hurt," ejaculated Judy, who couldn't bear to be
in anybody's black books, yet, nevertheless, desired to have her own
way.

"I'm not, indeed, Judy. We can't