"If you won't go to-day, then don't trouble about it at all," snapped
Beatrice. "I know plenty of girls who will be only too glad to accept my
invitation, but I asked you first, and I think you ought to remember it.
You know I like you better than any other girl in college."

"You know I appreciate your friendship, Bee," returned Mabel, "but truly
I wish you cared more for other girls, too. There are plenty of girls
here who need friends like you."

"Yes, but I don't like them," snapped Beatrice. "I'm not going to make a
martyr of myself to please any one. My mother is very particular about
my associates at Overton, and I don't intend to waste my time trying to
make things pleasant for the stupid, uninteresting girls of this
college. I did not come to Overton to take a course in doing settlement
work. I came here to have a good time, and incidentally to study a
little."

"Now, now, Bee, don't try to make me believe you haven't just as much
college spirit as the rest of us," admonished Mabel in a low tone.
"Don't be cross because I can't go to-day. Come with me, instead, and
help look after these verdant freshmen. There was a positive army of
them who got off the train."

Without replying Beatrice turned and walked sulkily away toward the
other end of the platform. Mabel looked after her with a half frown.

"I am afraid we are causing you considerable inconvenience," demurred
Grace. "Please do not deprive yourself of any pleasure on our account."