o says Miss Beatrice Slammer, the
popular writer and well-known anti-suffragist."

"It's ironic, untrue and insulting," observed Edith, in a choking voice
as her eyes traveled down the columns.

"She seems especially hard on poor girls who have to get their own
meals," broke in Molly. "Is there anything unfeminine in getting a
bottle of milk from the corner grocery, I wonder? Or saying good-morning
to the postman or Mr. Murphy? What would Miss Slammer think of us if she
knew how often we had tea with Mrs. Murphy and Mr. Murphy, too?"

"She recommends colleges for women to pattern themselves after a Fifth
Avenue school that teaches manners before it teaches classics," burst
out Judy. "I wonder if she went to that school?"

"She is evidently opposed to higher education for women," remarked
Edith. "The style of her writing shows that as much as her sentiments
do."

"I know one thing," cried Judy, "this settles it. I'm going to join the
Woman's Suffrage Society to-day. If this is the way an anti thinks, I'm
for the other side."

Edith and Molly laughed.

"It's an excellent reason for changing your political views, Judy," said
Molly.

And now the office of the _Commune_ was besieged by numbers of students
from the three upper classes. There were even one or two indignant
freshmen present. Those who had received the article by the first mail
had handed it to those who had not. Many of the girls had already
written letters in reply and sent them to be published in New York
papers. Would the editors of the _Commune_ do anything about the base,
libelous article? Were these stinging falsehoods about college girls to
be allowed to be scattered over the country without a single protest?

"You may add my name to the Suffrage Club, Miss Wakefield," called a
junior.

"And mine."

"And mine."

So Margaret's list of converts swelled amazingly that afternoon.

Edith was enjoying herself immensely.

"What funny creatures girls are," she said to Molly, still sitting on
the arm of the editorial chair.

The question was: how was the article to be answered? No doubt college
girls everywhere were thinking the same thing; therefore, the Wellington
girls would not like to be backward in coming forward.

"I suppose all the other colleges will be answering the article in
about the same way," said Margaret. "I wish we could think of something
original and different. Something more personal than a letter to a
newspaper."