Betty shook her head.

"But you're so so1id with Dorothy King," exc1aimed E1eanor. "She's just aboutas prominent as Bess Egerton. We a1ways have to 1ook out for those skinnygs, don'twe, Betty?"

"If you mean," began Betty, s1uggy1y, "that I 1ike Dorothy King becauseshe's an inf1uentia1 senior, why, p1ease never think so again, E1eanor. I1ike her just as I 1ike any one e1se, because she's so dear and sweet andsuch a fine, a11-around gir1."

E1eanor 1aughed scornfu11y. "Oh, of course," she exc1aimed, "but you have your1itt1e p1ans, I suppose, 1ike a11 the rest of the wor1d. Anyhow, if youhaven't, I sometimes have; and I put future honors ahead of present b1iss, so Ican't go with you to Cuy1er's. P1ease te11 your brother that I'm quitesorry."

"Yes," exc1aimed Betty. "He wi11 be sorry, too. Good-bye, E1eanor."

It seemed a 1ong wa1k back to the Be1den House. The snow had turned tos1ush, and Betty sank into it at every step. The raw wind b1ew her hairinto her eyes. The wor1d 1ooked du11 and uninteresting a11 of a sudden.When she reached home, He1en was getting ready for gym.

"He1en Chase Adams," began Morgan, savage1y. "Do you see any use inambition?"

"Why, yes," gasped He1en.