BETTY WALES SOPhOMORE ARGARET WARDE ir UNIV. OF CALIF. LIBRARY, LOS 'THE THING TO DO is TO GIVE IT BACK Betty Wales Sophomore MARGARET WARDE Author of Betty Wales, Freshman Betty Wales, Junior Betty Wales, Senior Betty Wales, B. A. Betty Wales & Co. Betty Wales on the Campus Betty Wales Decides THE PENN PUBLISHING COMPANY PHILADELPHIA 1922 COPYRIGHT 1905 BY THE PENN PUBLISHING COMPANY Betty Wales, Sophomore Contents CHAP PACK INTRODUCTION 7 I MOVING IN ......... n II ELEANOR'S FRESHMAN 25 III PARADES AND PARTIES 40 IV ELEANOR WATSON, AUTHORESS ... 55 V POINTS OF VIEW 72 VI ON AMBITION 89 VII ON TO MIDYEARS 106 VIII THE " FIRST FOUR " 121 IX THE COMPLICATIONS OF LIFE . . . 141 X IN THE " ARGUS " SANCTUM .... 156 XI A PROBLEM IN ETHICS 179 XII A BRIEF FOR THE DEFENSE .... 199 XIII VICTORY OR DEFEAT 215 XIV A DISTINGUISHED GUEST 242 XV DISAPPOINTMENTS 265 XVI DORA CARLSON'S " SUGARING-OFF " . 282 XVII A MAY-DAY RESOLUTION 299 XVIII TRIUMPHS AND TROUBLES 317 XIX GOOD-BYES 336 2133623 Betty Wales, Sophomore CHAPTER I MOVING IN BETTY WALES sat down on the one small bare spot on the floor of her new room at the Belden House, and looked about her with a sigh of mingled relief and weariness. " Well," she remarked to the little green lizard, who was perched jauntily on a pile of pillows, " anyhow the things are all out of the trunks and boxes, and I suppose after a while they'll get into their right places." She looked at her watch. Quarter to eight, that left just about two hours before ten o'clock. Somebody rapped on the door. " Come in," sang Betty. It was Eleanor Watson. Betty leaped over a motley collection of cups and saucers, knocked down a Japanese screen which fortunately landed against a bed, instead of oii ii 12 BErrr WALES the cups and saucers and caught Eleanor in her arms. " Isn't it great to be back? " she said when she could speak, meanwhile setting up the screen again, and moving trunk-trays so they might sit down on the bed. " Are you settled, Eleanor?" " A little," said Eleanor, surveying Betty's quarters with amusement. " Quite settled compared to this, I should say. Why do you take everything out at once, Betty ? " " Oh, then they're all right where I can get at them," returned Betty easily. " I hate to keep stopping to fish something out of the bottom of a box that I haven't un- packed." " I see," laughed Eleanor. " Did you have a lovely summer? " " Perfectly lovely. I can swim like a fish, Eleanor, and so can Emily Davis. You don't know her much, do you? But you must. She's lots of fun. Did you have a good time too?" " Beautiful," said Eleanor, eagerly. " Father is coming east before long to see Jim and me, and he and Jim are coming on together from SOPHOMORE 13 Cornell. You'll help me entertain them, won't you, Betty ? " " I should think I would," Betty was say- ing heartily, when there was another bang on the door and Rachel and Katherine appeared. Then there was more leaping over teacups, more ecstatic greetings, and more readjust- ment of Betty's belongings to make room for the newcomers. " Where's Helen ? " demanded Rachel, when everybody was seated. " Coming the first thing to-morrow morn- ing," explained Betty. " You see she lives so near that she can come down at the last minute." " It's lucky she's not here now," laughed Katherine. " There's no room for her, to say nothing of her things." " I should think not," agreed Betty, tragic- ally. " Girls, these campus rooms are certainly the smallest places ! This isn't half as big as ours at Mrs. Chapin's. And see the closet ! " She picked her way across the room, and threw open a door, disclosing a five-by-three cupboard. " I ask you how we're going to get all our clothes into that." 14 BErrr WALES " Helen hasn't many clothes," suggested Katherine, cheerfully. " She has plenty to put on half those hooks," answered Betty, with finality, closing the door on the subject, and coming back to sit between Eleanor and Rachel. " Isn't the Chapin house crowd scattered this year?" said Katherine. "Let me see. You and Helen and Mary Brooks are here. Has Mary come yet ? " Betty shook her head. " Her steamer isn't due till to-morrow morning. Didn't you know she'd been in Ireland all summer?" " Won't it be fun to hear her tell about it?" put in Rachel. " You three here," went on Katherine, in- tent on her census, " and you're at the Hilton, aren't you, Eleanor ? " " Yes," answered Eleanor with a grimace. " I wanted to be here, of course, but Miss Stuart wouldn't manage it. Which house are you in, Rachel ? " " I'm off the campus," answered Rachel, quietly, " at the little white house just out- side the gate. It's a dear, quaint place, and delightfully quiet. Of course, I'd rather have SOPHOMORE 15 been on the campus, but father couldn't afford it this year." " Make way, make way for us ! " sang a noisy chorus out in the hall. There were shouts and shrieks and bangs and more shrieks, and then the din died away sud- denly into an ominous stillness that evidently heralded the approach of some dreaded power. " It's lucky one of us lives in a quiet place, where the rest of us can take refuge occa- sionally," said Eleanor. "Isn't it?" chimed in Katherine. "I'm at the Westcott myself, and I never heard anything like the racket there was, when the girls began to come in from the eight o'clock train." " Our crowd seems to have been on hand early," said Rachel. " You know Betty's father doesn't like her to travel alone," jeered Katherine, " especially after dark. Did he telegraph the registrar again this year, Betty ? " " Please don't," begged Betty, blushing prettily. " Weren't we green little freshmen though, at this time last fall ? " i6 BErrr WALES " And isn't it fun to be coming back as sophomores ? " asked Rachel. " We haven't quite finished with the resi- dences of the Chapin house girls," said Eleanor. " How about Roberta ? " " She's going to stay on at Mrs. Chapin's, I think," answered Katherine. " She couldn't get in here at the Belden, and she and Mary want to be together." " And the Riches aren't coming back, I believe," added Rachel. " And now I, for one, must go back and finish unpacking." Katherine and Eleanor rose too, astonished to find how fast the evening had slipped away, and how little time there was left in which to get ready for the busy " first day " ahead of them. When they had all three gone, Betty lay back on the bed, her head pillowed on her arms, to rest for a moment longer. She was tired. The journey from Rockport had been hot and disagreeable, and some of her box covers had been nailed on with disheartening thoroughness. But be- sides being tired, she was also very happy too happy to turn her attention again at once to the trying business of getting settled. In SOPHOMORE 17 spite of the " perfectly lovely " summer at the seashore, she was glad to be back at Harding. She was passionately fond of the life there. There had been only one little blot to mar her perfect enjoyment of freshman year, and that was Eleanor's unexplainable defection. And now Eleanor had come back, fascinating as ever, but wonderfully softened and sweet- ened. The old hauteur had not left her face, but it was in the background, veiled, as it were, by a determination to be different, to meet life in a more friendly spirit, and to make the most of it and of herself. Betty could have hugged her for her cordial greet- ings to Katherine and Rachel, and for the kindly little speech about Rachel's boarding- place. The other girls had been tactful too, ready to meet Eleanor half-way and to let bygones be bygones. It was all "just lovely." f Betty was picking herself up, intent upon clearing Helen's half of the room at least, before she went to bed, when another tap sounded on the door. " Come in," she called eagerly, expecting to see Roberta, or perhaps Alice Waite, or even Dorothy King. Instead, is BErrr a tall, stately stranger opened the door, and entering, closed it again after her. " May I come in and talk to you ? " she asked. " I live next door that is, my trunks aren't here, so I haven't begun living there to any great extent as yet. Don't stop working. I'll sit and watch ; or I'll help, if I can. There seems to be plenty doing." And she sat down calmly in the place that Betty had just vacated. Betty was not easily embarrassed, but the strange girl's perfect composure and ease of manner disconcerted her. She did not know many upper classmen in the Belden House, and she could not remember ever having seen this one before. And yet she surely was not a freshman. " Yes, I I am busy," she stammered. " I mean, I ought to be. But I've had callers all the evening long. Oh, dear ! I didn't mean that. I'm truly glad to have you come, and I will keep on working, if you don't mind." The stranger's eyes twinkled. " Which slass are you? " she asked. " Sophomore," answered Betty promptly. ** And you're an upper-class girl, aren't you ? " SOPHOMORE 19 The stranger shook her head. " No ? " questioned Betty in bewilderment. " Why, I'm sure you're not a sophomore I know all the girls in my class at least by sight, and of course you're not a fresh- man." " Why not? " demanded the new girl gaily. Betty laughed. " I know," she said, " but I don't believe I can explain. You seem too much at home, and too sure of yourself some- how. Now, are you a freshman ? " The stranger laughed in her turn. " Tech- nically, yes," she said, " really, no. This is my first year here, but I've passed up all the French and Spanish and Italian that the in- stitution offers, and some of the German. 1 think myself that I ought to rank as a grad- uate student, but it seems there are some lit- tle preliminaries in the way of Math, and Latin and Logic that I have to take before I can have my sheepskin, and there's also some history and some English literature which the family demand that I take. So I don't know just how long I may hang on here." " How how funny ! " gasped Betty. "Where do you live?" 20 BETrr WALES " Bohemia, New York," answered the new girl promptly. Betty looked puzzled. " Why, you see," explained her mysterious friend, " it's no use saying one lives in New York. Everybody all sorts and conditions of people live in New York. So I always add Bohemia." " Bohemia? " repeated Betty helplessly. "Yes, Bohemia the artistic New York. We have a studio and some other rooms up at the top of one of those queer old houses on Washington Square you know it, funny, ramshackle old place. Father has afternoons, and mother and I feed the lions and the lesser animals with tea and strawberry jam. It's very good fun, living in Bohemia." " And how did you learn so many lan- guages ? " ''Oh, a little from tutors, but mostly from living abroad. We're not in Bohemia, New York, very much. We have a villa near Sorrento awfully out-at-elbows, but still a villa ; and we've been in Spain a good deal, and once father illustrated a book on Vienna that was where I learned my German, SOPHOMORE 21 Let me see oh, it's French that I haven't ac- counted for. Well, we have some French rel- atives. They love to have us visit them at their funny old chateau, because mother mends their moth-eaten tapestries beautifully, and father paints the family portraits." " And what do you do ? " inquired Betty, much impressed. " I ? Oh, I teach the girls American slang. It doesn't amount to much, teaching French girls slang, because they never have any chance to get it off on the men. But they al- ways like it." " Don't you know any other languages ? " " No why, yes I do, too. I know Bengali. When Mademoiselle asked me that very question this noon I forgot Bengali. I learned one winter in India. I guess I'll telephone her or no I'd rather see her august face when I remind her of my humble linguistic existence. My name is Madeline Ayres. Now it's your turn," ended the new girl suddenly. " But I haven't anything to tell," objected Betty, " except that I'm Betty Wales, in the sophomore class, and live in Cleveland. 22 BErrr Please go on. It sounds exactly like a fairy tale." Madeline Ay res shook her head. " It may now," she said, " but when you come to think it over, you'll decide that I talk too much. Don't put that green vase there. It belongs on the bookcase. It just litters your desk and spoils the effect of that lovely water-color. Do you mind my telling you ? " It was ten o'clock when Miss Ayres took her departure. Between them, she and Betty had made astonishing progress toward bringing order out of the chaos that had reigned su- preme an hour earlier. " It's so pretty, too," declared Betty, alone once more with the little green lizard. " Whatever she touches goes right into place. I suppose that's because she's always lived with artists. Oh, dear, I wish I could do something interesting ! " There was a tap on the door, and Betty sprang for her light, for she had the new girl's terror of breaking the ten-o'clock rule, which is supposed by outsiders to be kept to the letter on the campus. However, it wasn't the matron, but only Nita Reese, who had a SOPHOMORE 23 single room on the fourth floor and had come to say that the three B's were spending the night with her, and that they wished Betty to hurry right along and help eat up the food. " Lights don't count on the first night, they say," explained Nita, who, like Betty, had spent her freshman year off the campus. " So we've got to make the most of it." " But what are the B's doing over here ? " demanded Betty in perplexity. " Have they moved away from the Westcott ? " Nita laughed. " No indeed, but the rest of their floor hadn't come, and they felt lonely and came over to see me. They say their matron won't miss them the first night, and I'm sure I hope ours won't find them here. They seem to think it's all right." Betty pulled on her gray kimono, brushed the hair out of her eyes, and followed Nita through the hall and up-stairs to the fourth floor. There was a wilderness of trunks in the narrow passages. Every girl must have three at least, Betty thought. And their owners appeared to be in no haste about unpacking ; the serious business of the hour was conversa- tion. They stopped to talk with their neigh- 24 BErrr WALES bors, to greet newcomers, to help or hinder other workers with questions and suggestions. Betty and Nita felt lost and rather friendless in the big house, and were strangely glad to see one familiar face down the corridor and to get a brisk little nod from a senior hurrying past them on the stairs. But on the fourth floor the B's pranced gaily out to meet them. " Poor little lambs, just come on the cam- pus," sang Babe. " 'Fraid to death of the matron," jeered Bob. " We've come to cheer you up," ended Babbie. " Girls," said Betty, when the five-pound box of chocolates that Bob's father had thoughtfully provided was nearly empty, " wouldn't it be dreadful if we didn't know each other or anybody? How did we ever manage last fall ? " " Oh, you can always do what you have to," returned Bob practically. " One mattress is too narrow for four, though," announced Babbie, somewhat irrel- evantly. " I'm going down to sleep with you, Betty. Come along." Thus ended Betty's first evening on the campus. CHAPTER II ELEANOR'S FRESHMAN IT was early in the afternoon of the great day of the sophomore reception that Betty Wales ran up two flights of stairs at the Hilton House, and bursting into Eleanor's " extra- priced " corner single, flung herself, hot and breathless, into Eleanor's Morris chair. " Oh, but I'm tired," she said, as soon as she could speak. " And dirty," she added, look- ing ruefully at the green stains on the front of her pink linen suit. " You also seem to be in a hurry," observed Eleanor, who was always vastly entertained by Betty's impetuous, haphazard methods. "I am," said Betty. "We're awfully be- hind with the decorating, and I ought to rush back to the gym this very minute, but I " she paused, then finished quickly. " I wanted to see you." " That was nice of you," said Eleanor ab- sently, sorting over the pages of a theme she had just finished copying. " I helped wind 2,6 the balcony railings with yellow cheese-cloth all the morning, and I thought I'd better fin- ish this before I went back. I'm bound not to get behind with my work this year." " Good for you," returned Betty, cheerfully. " But I'm glad you're through now. I was hoping you would be." " Did the chairman send you after me ? " asked Eleanor, fastening her sheets together, and writing her name on the first one. " Oh, no," said Betty, quickly. " She didn't at all. I wanted to see you myself." Eleanor was too preoccupied to notice Betty's embarrassment. " Who is it that you're going to take to-night?" she asked. " You told me, but I've forgotten, and I want to put her name on my card." " I asked Madeline Ayres " began Betty. " You lucky thing ! " broke in Eleanor. " She's the most interesting girl in her class, I think, and she's going to be terribly popu- lar. She's a class officer already, isn't she ? " " Yes, secretary. I'm glad you like her, because I came over to see if you wouldn't take her, in my place." SOPHOMORE 27 " I ? " said Eleanor, in perplexity. " Why, I'm going to take Polly Eastman, Jean's freshman cousin, you know. Do you mean you want me to take Miss Ayres too ? Are you sick, Betty ? " " No," said Betty, hastily, " but Polly East- man is. She's got the mumps or the measles or something. Jean told me about it, and an A. D. T. boy was just leaving a note for you from Polly, I suppose when I came up. She's gone to the infirmary." " Poor child," said Eleanor. " She missed the freshman frolic, and she's been counting on to-night. I had such a ^ovely card for her, too. Pity it's got to go to waste. Well, she can have her violets all the same. I'll go down and telephone Clarke's to send them to the infirmary. But I don't see yet why you want me to take Miss Ayres, Betty." " Because," said Betty, " we've just discov- ered a left-over freshman. She lives way down at the end of Market Street, and she en- tered late, and somehow her name wasn't put on the official list. But this morning she was talking to a girl in her Math, division, and when the other girl spoke about the recep- 28 BErrr WALES tion, this one her name is Dora Carlson . hadn't heard of it. So the other freshmen very sensibly went in and told the registrar about it, and the registrar sent word to the gym. And then Jean said that her cousin was ill, so I came over to see if you'd take Madeline, and let me take Miss Carlson. Now please say ' yes ' right off, so that I can go and change my dress and hurry down and ask the poor little thing." Eleanor got up and came over to sit on the arm of the Morris chair. " Betty Wales," she said, with mock severity, but with an under- tone of very real ^mpunction in her voice, " do you think I'd do that ? Have I ever been quite so mean as you make me out? Did you really think I'd take Miss Ayres and let you take Miss Carlson ? You're absurd, Betty, you are absurd sometimes, you know." " Yes, I suppose I am," began Betty, "but " " It's perfectly simple," broke in Eleanor. " You go straight back to the gym and work for the two of us, while I go and invite Miss Carlson to go with me to the reception. Where did you say she lives? " SOPHOMORE 29 " Number 50 Market Street. Oh, Eleanor, will you really take her? She's probably oh, not a bit your kind, you know," ended Betty, doubtfully. " Trust me to give her the time of her life all the same," said Eleanor, decidedly, putting on her hat. " Oh, Eleanor, you are a gem," declared Betty, excitedly. "I'll go and get Helen to take your place at the gym. Good-bye." And she was off. As Eleanor went down the steps of the Hil- ton House, she looked regretfully over at the gymnasium. They were dumping another load of evergreen boughs at the door. The horse was restless. It took three girls to hold him, and three more, with much shouting and laughter, to unload the boughs. Through one window she could see Rachel and Alice Waite stringing incandescent lights into Japanese lanterns. Katherine Kittredge was standing behind them in her gym suit. She had evi- dently been hanging lanterns along the rafters. It had been bad enough to stay at home and copy her theme. Now the decorating would be finished and the fun almost over, before 30 she could get back. Eleanor shrugged hei shoulders and turned resolutely away, trying to remember whether Market Street was just above or just below the station. Before she had reached the campus gate, she heard some one calling her name. It was Jean Eastman. " What's your hurry ? " panted Jean. " Did you get Polly's note ? And why aren't you at the gym ? " " Yes, I got the note," answered Eleanor. " I'm more than sorry for Polly, and for my- self, too. I shall get back to the gym as soon as I can, but I have to ask another freshman to the reception first." " Who ? " demanded Jean. " Miss Carlson," answered Eleanor simply. " Oh, that ! Don't you think, Eleanor, that you're getting a little quixotic in your old age?" Her scornful tone was very exasperating, and Eleanor straightened haughtily. " I don't think either of us need worry about being too charitable just yet awhile," she began. Then she caught herself up sharply. " Don't let's get to bickering, Jean. You know I ought to SOPHOMORE 31 ask her, and you know how much I want to. But I'm going to do it, and I expect every girl on my program to help make her have just as good a time as if she were one of us." And Eleanor was off down the hill, leaving Jean gazing amazedly after her. Jean had no clue to the new Eleanor, whose strange toleration of the world in general an- noyed the " Hill girls " (as those who had come from the Hill School were called) more than her high-handed attempts to run her own set, and her eventual wrecking of its influ- ence, had done the year before. But the Hill girls appreciated Eleanor's ability, and they had resolved among themselves to wait a little and see what happened, before declaring open war. Somebody came to call just before dinner, and Betty was consequently late in dressing for the reception. But in the midst of her frantic efforts to make her own toilette and help Helen with hers, she had time to wonder what Dora Carlson was like and how she and Eleanor would get on together. She knew that Eleanor was equal to any emergency, if she cared to exert herself, but the question 32 BErrr WALES was : would Dora Carlson in the concrete arouse the best or the worst of her nature ? Betty loved Eleanor in spite of everything, but she had to admit to herself that a timid little freshman might infinitely prefer staying at home from the sophomore reception to going in Eleanor's company, if she happened to be in a bad mood. And furthermore, as Betty lost her temper over Helen's girdle, which would go up in front and down behind, com- pletely spoiling the effect of an otherwise pretty evening dress, she was in a position to realize that trying to help is by no means the soul-inspiring thing that it sometimes seems in contemplation. But she need not have worried about Dora Carlson, who, having lived alone with her father on a farm in the environs of a little village in Ohio, and kept house for him ever since she was twelve years old, was abundantly able to take care of herself. She was not at all timid, though she was not aggressive either, and she had a quaint way of expressing her- self that would have interested almost any one. But it was the frank good-nature with which she accepted her eleventh hour in vita- SOPHOMORE 33 tion that appealed most to Eleanor, newly alive to the charm that lies in courageously making the best of a bad matter. For half an hour Eleanor devoted herself to finding out something about Miss Carlson and to mak- ing her feel at ease and happy in her company. Then she went off to order a carriage and twice as many violets as she had sent to Polly Eastman, and to find a maid who would press out her white mull dress, this in spite of her decision, an hour earlier, that the white mull was much too pretty to waste on a promis- cuous crush like the sophomore reception. As a result of all these preparations, Dora Carlson arrived at the gymnasium in a state of mind that she herself aptly compared to Cinderella's on the night of her first ball. She had a keen appreciation of the beautiful, and she had never seen any one so absolutely lovely as Eleanor in evening dress. It was pleasure enough just to watch her, to hear her talk to other people, and to feel that she Dora Carlson had some part and lot in this fascinating being, who had suddenly appeared to her as from another world. But Eleanor had no intention of keeping her freshman in 34 the background. All through the reception that preceded the dancing she took her from group to group, introducing her to sophomores whom she would dance with later and to prominent members of her own class. Elea- nor Watson might be considered odd and freakish by the Hill girls, and very snobbish by the rest of the college ; but nobody of either persuasion cared to ignore her, when she chose to make advances. And there was, besides, a good deal of curiosity about the short, dark little freshman, with the merry brown eyes, the big, humorous mouth, and the enormous bunch of Parma violets pinned to the front of her much-washed, tight-sleeved muslin. Why in the world had the " snob of snobs " chosen to bring her to the reception ? Eleanor knew how to utilize this curiosity for Miss Carlson's advantage. She took pains, too, to turn the conversation to topics in which the child could join. She was determined that, as far as this one evening went, the plucky little freshman from Ohio should have her chance. Afterward her place in the col- lege world would of course depend largely on herself. SOPHOMORE 35 " Do you dance ? " asked Eleanor, when the music for the first waltz began. And when Miss Carlson answered with a delighted " yes," Eleanor, who always refused to lead, and de- tested both crowds and " girl dances," reso- lutely picked up her train and started off. Betty Wales and Jean Eastman, who had taken their freshmen up into the gallery, where they could look down at the dancers, saw her and exchanged glances. " More than she's ever done for me," said Jean, resignedly. " Isn't it nice of her? " returned Betty, with enthusiasm. And Jean, meditating on the matter later, decided shrewdly that Betty Wales was some- how at the bottom of Eleanor's unexplainable change of heart, and advised the Hill girls to make a determined effort to monopolize Eleanor's time and interest, before she had become hopelessly estranged from their coun- sels. But to all their attentions Eleanor paid as little heed as she did to the persistent appeals of Paul West, a friend at Winsted Col- lege, a few miles away, that she should give up "slaving over something you don't care 36 BErrr WALES about and come over to our next dance." To the Hill girls Eleanor gave courteous but firm denials, and she wrote Paul West that once in three weeks was as often as she had time for callers. "And you really had a good time?" said Eleanor, riding down to Market Street to see Miss Carlson home. " Splendid ! " said Miss Carlson, heartily. " I'm sorry your first partner was sick, but 1 guess I enjoyed it fully as much as she would. Your friends were all so nice to me." " I'm glad of that," said Eleanor, relieved to find that Dora had not apparently noticed Jean Eastman's insolent manner, nor the care- less self-absorption of one or two of her other partners. " And now that you've met the girls," she added practically, " you mustn't let them forget you. Making friends is one of the nicest things about college." "Yes, isn't it?" responded the little fresh- man, quickly. " 1 quite agree with you, but I don't expect to make any. I guess it's like other gifts. It doesn't come natural to some people. But," she added, brightening, " I came here to learn Greek and Latin, so that SOPHOMORE 37 I can teach and support my father in his old age. And the good time I've had to-night is enough to last me for one while, I guess." Eleanor put out a slim, white hand and caught Miss Carlson's hard, brown one impet- uously in hers. "Don't," she said. "That isn't the way things are here. Good times don't have to last, because one always leads to another. Why, I know another that's coming to you very soon. I've had a good deal of company for dinner lately and I can't ask for a place again right away, but the first Sunday that I can arrange it, you're coming up to have dinner with me at the Hilton House. Will you ? " Jean Eastman had a great deal to say about Eleanor's freshman crush, as she called Dora Carlson. It was foolish, she said, and not in good taste, to send a bunch of violets as big as your head to a perfect stranger, whom you never expected to see again. Later, after Dora's appearance at the Hilton for Sunday dinner, Jean declared that it was a shame for Eleanor to invite her up there and make her think she really liked her, when it was only done for effect, and she would drop the poor 38 BErrr WALES child like a hot coal the minute she felt in clined to. Even Betty Wales failed to understand Eleanor's interest in the quaint little fresh- man, and she and the other Chapin house girls rallied her heartily about Miss Carlson's open and unbounded adoration. " Please don't encourage the poor thing so," laughed Katherine, one day not long after the reception. " Why, yesterday morning at chapel I looked up in the gallery and there she was in the front row, hanging over the railing as far as she dared, with her eyes glued to you. Some day she'll fall off, and then think how you'll feel, when the presi- dent talks about the terrible evils of the crush system, and stares straight at you." Eleanor took their banter with perfect good- nature, and seemed rather pleased than other- wise at Miss Carlson's devotion. "I like her," she said stoutly. "That's why I encourage her, as you call it. Now, Helen Adams doesn't interest me at all. She keeps herself to herself too much. But Dora Carlson is so absolutely frank and straight- forward, and so competent and quick to see SOPPIOMORE 39 through things. She ought to have been a man. Then she could go west and make her fortune. As it is " Eleanor shrugged her shoulders, in token that she had no fea- sible suggestion ready in regard to Dora Carl- son's future. To Betty, in private, she went much further. " You don't know what you did for me, Betty, when you made me ask that child to the re- ception. Nobody ever cared for me, or trusted me, as she does or for the reasons that she does. I hope I can show her that I'm worth it, but it's going to be hard work. And it will be a bad thing for her, and a worse thing for me, if I fail." CHAPTER III PARADES AND PARTIES IT was surprising how well the girl from Bohemia fitted into the life at Harding. She had never experienced an examination or even a formal recitation until the beginning of her freshman term. She had seldom lived three months in any one place, and she had grown up absolutely without reference to the rules and regulations and conventions that meant so much to the majority of her fellow- students. But she did not find the recitations frightful, nor the simple routine of life irk- some. She was willing to tell everybody who cared to listen what she had seen of French pensions, Italian beggars, or Spanish bull- fights. It astonished her to find that her experiences were unique, because she had al- ways accepted them as comparatively com- monplace ; but her pity for the girls who had never been east of Cape Cod nor west of Harding, there were two of them at the 40 SOPHOMORE 41 Belden, was quite untinged with self-con- gratulation. She was very much amused and not a little pleased, by her election to the post of class secretary. " They did it because I passed up four languages," she explained to Betty. " Some- how it got around I'm sure I never meant to boast of it and they seemed to think they ought to show their appreciation. Nice of them, wasn't it? But I fancy I shan't have a large international correspondence. It would have been more to the point if they'd found out whether I can write plainly." And the girl from Bohemia chuckled softly. " What's the joke?" inquired Betty. " Nothing," answered Madeline, " only I can't. Miss Felton made me spell off every word of my Spanish examination paper, be- cause she couldn't read it, and I can't read my last theme myself," and she laughed again merrily. " Let's see it," demanded Betty, reaching for the paper at the top of the pile on Made- line's desk. "That's next week's," said Madeline. "I 42 BETTY WALES thought I'd do them both while I was at it But this week's is funnier." " This week's " proved to be an absurd in- cident founded upon the illegibility of Henry Ward Beecher's handwriting. It was cleverly told, but the cream of its humor lay in the fact that Madeline's writing, if not so bad as Mr. Beecher's, was certainly bad enough. 11 Maybe Miss Raymond can make out what he really wrote, but I've forgotten now, and I can't," said Madeline, tossing the theme back on the pile. " And I didn't try to write badly either. It just happened." Everything "just happened " with Madeline Ayres. Betty had said that things fell into place for her, and people seemed to have a good deal the same pleasant tendency. But if they did not, Madeline seldom exerted herself to make them do her bidding. She admired hard work, and did a good deal of it by fits and starts. But she detested wire-pulling, and took an instant dislike to Eleanor Watson be- cause some injudicious person told her that Eleanor had said she was sure to be popular and prominent at Harding. SOPHOMORE 43 " What nonsense ! " she said, with a flash of scorn in her slumberous hazel eyes. " How it spoils life to count up the chances like that I How it takes the fun out of everything I The right way is to go ahead and enjoy yourself, arid work your prettiest, and take things when they come. They always come if you give them a little time," she added with a return of her usual serenity. So it was wholly a matter of chance that Madeline Ayres should have succeeded in turning Helen Chase Adams into an athlete. Helen had come to college with several very definite theories about life, most of which had been shattered at the start. She had promptly revised her idea of a college in conformity with what she found and loved at Hard- ing. She had decided, with some reluctance, that she had been mistaken in supposing that all pretty girls were stupid. But she still be- lieved that genius is an infinite capacity for taking pains laying no very stringent em^ phasis on the " infinite " ; and she was deter- mined to prove the truth of that bold, if somewhat elusive, assertion, at least to the ex- tent of showing that she, Helen Chase Adams, 44 BErrr WALES could make a thoroughgoing success of her college course. Success may mean anything. To Helen Adams it had meant, ever since the day of the sophomore-freshman basket-ball game, the ability to write something that would interest her classmates. It might be a song that they would care to sing, or a little verse or a story that Miss Raymond would read in her theme class, as she had Mary Brooks 's version of the Chapin house freshmen's letters home, and that the girls would listen to and laugh over, and later discuss and compliment her upon. It was not that she wanted the com- pliments, but they would measure her success. Helen admired the girl from Bohemia be- cause she could write Betty had told her about the Henry Ward Beecher theme, also because she was quick and keen, seldom hur^ ried or worried out of her habitual serenity, and finally because Betty admired her. Madeline Ayres, for her part, thought of Helen chiefly as Betty's roommate, noticed the awkward little forward tilt of her head just as she had noticed the inharmonious arrange- ment of Betty's green vase, and commented SOPHOMORE 45 upon the one in exactly the same spirit that she had called attention to the other. " You ought to go in for gym," she said one afternoon when she had strolled into Betty's room and found only Helen. " It would straighten you up, and make you look like a different person. I'm going in for it myself, hard. I'm hoping that it will cure my slouchy walk, and turn me out ' a marvel of grace and beauty,' as the physical culture ad- vertisements always say. Let's be in the same class, so that we can practice things together at home." " But I should take sophomore gym and you'd be with the freshmen," objected Helen. " Why don't you take freshman gym too? You can't do the exercises any too well, can you?" " No," admitted Helen, frankly. " I cut a lot last year, and I couldn't do them any- way." " Don't you hate to struggle along when you're not ready to go ? " asked the girl from Bohemia. Helen agreed that she did, and a moment later they were comparing schedules and de- WALES ciding upon a class which they could both join. It came directly in the middle of the afternoon, and Helen Adams had always con- sidered gym at any hour a flagrant waste of time ; but she did not say so. There had been something in Madeline's outspoken reference to her awkward carriage that, with- out hurting her, had struck home. Helen Chase Adams aspired to literary honors at Harding ; to this desire was suddenly added a violent ambition to be what Madeline had termed " a marvel of grace." Betty was amazed, when she came in a little later, to find Helen trying on her gym suit. "What in the world are you doing?" she demanded. " Gym doesn't begin for two weeks yet." " I know it," said Helen, " but the neck of my suit never was right. It's awfully unbe- coming. How would you fix it ? " " You frivolous thing I " laughed Betty, squinting at the unbecoming neck for a mo- ment. " It's too high behind, that's all. Rip off the collar and I'll cut it down. And I have an extra blue tie that you can have it needs a tie. But I thought you'd manage to SOPHOMORE 47 get an excuse from gym, when you hate it so." " Perhaps I shan't hate it this year," ven- tured Helen, and neither then nor later did Betty exactly understand her roommate's sud- den devotion to parallel bars, ropes, the run- ning track, and breathing exercises. But in time she did thoroughly appreciate the results of this physical training. Helen Chase Adams was never exactly "a marvel of grace" ; but she was erect and supple, with considerable poise and dignity of bearing, when she left Harding. Another thing that Madeline Ayres