Betty Wales, Freshman

"Very well, I yield," said Mary, "because when you go my sovereignty will be undisputed. You'll have to hurry, children."

So the little procession of rain-coats flapping out from under dripping umbrellas started briskly off to join the longer procession that was converging from every direction toward College Hall. Roberta and Nan were ahead under one umbrella, chatting like old friends.

"I suppose she doesn't think we're worth talking to," said Rachel Morrison, who came next with Betty.

"Probably she's one of the kind that's always been around with grown people and isn't used to girls," suggested Betty.

"Perhaps," agreed Rachel. "Anyhow, I can't get a word out of her. She just sits by her window and reads magazines and looks bored to death when Katherine or I go in to speak to her. Isn't Katherine jolly? I'm so glad I don't room alone."

"Are you?" asked Betty. "I can tell