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“Hear! Hear!” cried Babe wildly.

“Well, you mustn’t count me in,” said Mary Brooks. “I’ve spent all my November allowance already, and besides, I hate pins. The pretty ones get lost the first thing, and the homely ones just lie around till they’re too tarnished to wear. Anyway, I have six now, or I should have if they weren’t mostly lost—or lent,” concluded Mary, smiling absently as she thought of the whereabouts of some of the absentees.

Babe and Roberta looked crestfallen at Mary’s dash of cold water, and Betty hastened to the rescue. “I think it would be lovely to have a society,” she said. “Why not have it fixed so that whoever wants the pin can have it, and those who don’t care for it or can’t afford it, like the penniless Miss Brooks, can belong just the same?”

“You might make the ones who don’t wear pins officers,” suggested Madeline.

“Happy thought,” agreed Mary. “But then, of course, you’d want me for president anyway, because I’m the only senior.”

“No reason at all,” said Katherine, severely. “You’ve been holding the whip-hand over us ever since we were freshmen. All the same I move that the secretary be instructed to cast a unanimous ballot for the penniless Miss Brooks.”