"How do you do, Miss Oliphant? Come and see me to-night in my room,
won't you, dear?" issued from many throats.

Maggie promised in her good-natured, affectionate, wholesale way.

Nancy Banister was also greeted by several friends. She, too, was gay
and bright, but quieter than Maggie. Her face was more reliable in its
expression, but not nearly so beautiful.

"If you accept all these invitations, Maggie," she said as the two
girls walked down the corridor which led to their rooms, "you know you
will have to sit up until morning. Why will you say 'yes' to every
one? You know it only causes disappointment and jealousy."

Maggie laughed.

"My dear, good creature, don't worry your righteous soul," she
answered. "I'll call on all the girls I can, and the others must grin
and bear it. Now we have barely time to change our dresses for dinner.
Surely, though, Nance, there's a light under Annabel Lee's door. Who
have they dared to put into her room? It must be one of those wretched
freshers. I don't think I can bear it. I shall have to go away into
another corridor."

"Maggie, dear-- you are far too sensitive. Could the college afford to
keep a room empty because poor, dear Annie Lee occupied it?"

"They could, they ought," burst from Maggie. She stamped her foot with
anger. "That room is a shrine to me. It will always be a shrine. I
shall hate the person who lives in it." Tears filled her bright brown