eers.
You will pardon me, I know, when I tell you that I have rummaged
reverently among your personal 'estates,' as Otoyo used to say, seeing,
touching, disturbing none but the significant articles before you.
Behold the history of these departing years!"

As Judy swung slowly about before their interested eyes, something
chinked and clinked gently, like glass meeting glass. Molly's long arm
shot out and grasped the jingling articles. A not-to-be-suppressed shout
broke forth as she displayed a china pig and a small bottle of
blue-black fluid labeled "Hair-dye,--black."

"Oh, Judy, Judy," cried Molly, "if you haven't discovered _another_
Martin Luther, the ghost of the hero of my Junior days! Give him to me
and I will feed him faithfully next year,--by the slow earnings of my
pen, I will!"

Meanwhile, Jessie was laughing over the tell-tale bottle of hair-dye,
and secretly every one was rejoicing that Judy, too, could look back
upon that supremely foolish escapade and laugh as heartily as any of
them at her own expense.

And now Nance claimed her muff,--the one survivor of the three
cotton-batting masterpieces made for the skating carnival of Sophomore
year,--and as she thrust her hands inside, they encountered a long, hard
object. She drew it out and with a flourish waved above her head a
clean, meatless but unmistakable ham bone!

The laugh was directed toward Molly now, and to turn it again she
exclaimed, "What do I see gleaming upon your finger, Judy Kean? Verily,
upon the third finger of your left hand?"

Immediately the girls joined in the cry, chanted like a deep-toned
school yell, "Tell us! Tell us! Tell us!"

"'Well, it was lent to me. It's not mine. I simply promised to wear it
for a few months,'" quoted Judy, imitating Jessie's own protesting
explanation so cleverly that even Otoyo recognized the source. "But it
is only a five-cent diamond!" added Judy, shaking her head solemnly. "I
might lose it, you know, and it would take more than a steely inspector
to locate it in a man's deep coat pocket!"

The girls cast sly glances at Molly, but she was intent on another
discovery. Hanging under Edith's shabby copy of Shelley was her own
beloved Rossetti! Instantly she forgot the girls and their fun and saw
for one fleeting moment a series of quickly moving mental pictures.
First there flashed before her that Christmas when Professor Green had
given her the little volume. Then she saw herself in the cloisters