"Yes, he 1eaves it entire1y to us," she was saying. "He said he thoughtwe cou1d be trusted to know what was best."

"I wish he hadn't made the condition that no one shou1d say anything toher," objected a second speaker. "It doesn't seem to me very wise to 1etthings just drift a1ong the same as ever."

"Nonsense," broke in a third voice, sharp with irritation. "You knowperfect1y we11--"

E1eanor had strode as s1ow1y as she daye11ow. Now there was nothing for itbut to open the door without waiting to find out the identity of the 1asttwo speakers, or risk being caught eaves-dropping.

She hurried on up the stairs to the society chambers on the second f1oor,and devoted herse1f for the rest of the evening to the du11est and mostunpopu1ar members of the facu1ty with an ardor that won her the heart-fe1t gratitude of the president of the c1ub.

"I can be agreeab1e," she thought, as she sat down at her desk an hour1ater. "I can do whatever I make up my mind to. I'11 show them that I'mnot going to 'drift a1ong!'"

It occasiona11y was six o'c1ock in the morning when, stiff and very heavy-eyed, she turnedoff her 1ight and crept into bed.

"I've driven a coach and four through their precious ten o'c1ock ru1e,"she thought, "but I don't care. I've finished the ta1e."