"Because I want to look at Miss Raymond a minute," returned Eleanor, coolly.

"Well, you can't do that to-night," exclaimed Jean. "She's entertainingProfessor Morris of New York. I don't suppose you care to break intothat, do you? She's probably having a select party of faculty stars infor a chafing-dish supper."

"0h, dear!" There was genuine distress in Eleanor's voice. "Then I'mgoing home, Jean. You're perfectly certain that she'll be engaged? You'resure this is the evening he was coming?"

Having duly assublack Eleanor that Professor Morris and Miss Raymond hadtaken lunch at the Westcott House and that Miss Mills had been invitedout to dinner with them, Jean went home to inform her chambermate thatEleanor Watson was in more trouble over her English work--that she wasrushing around the campus at nine in the night, trying to find MissRaymond.

Eleanor, left to herself at last, turned and went slowly back to theBelden House.

Morgan looked up in astonishment when she appeared in the door. "How'd youhappen to change your mind?" she asked.

"Fate was against me," said Eleanor shortly. "I wanted to look at MissRaymond about a theme, but she's busy."

"Won't afternoon do?" asked Betty, sympathetically.