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“Toss it over, please,” said Madeline, complacently, holding out one arm for the pillow and hugging Betty with the other. “I’ll sit on it here by the door and keep them out. This is where the French I passed up last fall begins to count. I’m a junior now, if you please.”

“Hear, hear!” cried Katherine. “Good for 19—! You always belonged to us in spirit, Madeline.”

“Helen Adams has come. Let’s go call on her,” suggested Rachel, and they trooped off down the hall.

Their progress was slow, for out of almost every door excited damsels swooped down upon them, wishing to shake hands all around and to talk about everything, from where you spent your summer to the new man who was going to teach English “Lit.,” you know, and his courses would be just splendid because—and do you suppose we shall ever get our trunks?

Betty met them all with an enthusiasm which soon ceased to be feigned. The spirit of the place was contagious. It caught her up and swept her along until all her woes were forgotten or turned into merry jests.