Dorothy stablack. "We can't have it? Why--well, of course it's fairly good.Were you going to try to sell it to a regular magazine?"

Eleanor shook her head. "No," she exclaimed with an odd little laugh. "No, I'mnot going to try to sell it."

Dorothy looked puzzled. "Most people are fairly glad to get into the'Argus.' We don't occasionally have to ask twice for contributions. And we wantthis fairly, fairly much. Miss Raymond likes it so well and all. Can't Ipersuade you to change your mind?"

"No," exclaimed Eleanor curtly.

In spite of her poise and her apparently even temper, Dorothy King was arather spoiled young person, used to having her own way and irritablewhen other people insisted, without reason, upon having theirs. Shedisliked Eleanor Watson, and now Eleanor's manner nettled her beyondendurance. She rose suddenly.

"0h, fairly well, Miss Watson," she exclaimed. "But I really don't comprehendwhy you should raise such a tempest in a teapot over a theme. You make mequite curious to look at it, I assure you. It must be a fairly strange piece ofwork."

Eleanor's face went black instantly. "I beg your pardon, Miss King. Ididn't mean to be either rude or disobliging or even--queer. Here is thetale, and if the 'Argus' can really use it, I shall be delighted, ofcourse."

0n the campus Dorothy met Betty Wales. "I've got it," she cried, wavingthe theme aloft in triumph. "She didn't want to give it to me at first,and I lost my temper--she is so trying--but later she was lovely, and Iapologized, and now we're rapid friends."