"I should say not!" exclaimed Bess Harley.

"Everybody is talking about it," said Grace.

"Dr. Beulah spoke of it this morning at chapel," Lillie said,
"although she did not mention Rhoda's name."

"But everybody knew who she meant," Bess declared.

"For that she can thank Miss March," laughed Laura. "She will never
get over talking about Rhoda's bravery."

"And poor Rhoda looked scared in chapel," said Nan. "She thought
she was going to be publicly commended for what she had done," and
Nan finished with laughter.

"Well," cried Bess, "what shall we do, girls?"

"No," Nan said once more with gravity, "that isn't it. It's what
will she do? That is the question. Let Rhoda meet us half way, at
least. Otherwise we'll all be stiff and formal and never get any
nearer to that wild Western girl than before. I'll tell you!"

"Go ahead. That's what we are waiting for. Tell us," begged Laura.

They gathered closer about the girl from Tillbury and Nan lowered
her voice while she explained her idea. So the girls of Corridor
Four--at least, all those who had been aboard the electric car when
Rhoda's self-possession had saved them from disaster--were merely