its neck down towards the fireplace.

"That's the Notre Dame devil," Miss Reid said, following my glance; "the
other is the Lincoln Cathedral devil." She nodded at a wide-mouthed imp,
clawing at a door-top. "Don't you just adore gargoyles?"

"Yes; that is--very much," I stammered, wandering back to Helen's desk.
And then!

And then I heard quick steps outside. They reached the door and paused. I
looked up eagerly. "There's Helen now," said Miss Reid; "or else Cadge."

A tall girl burst into the room, dropping an armful of books, and sprang
to Miss Reid.

"Kitty! Kitty!" she cried, in a voice of wonderful music. "Two camera
fiends! One in front of the college, the other by the elevated station;
waiting for me to pass, I do believe! And such crowds! They followed me!
Look! Look! Down in the Square!"



CHAPTER II.


THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN THE WORLD.

Both girls ran to the window. Miss Reid laughed teasingly. "I see nobody--
or all the world; it's much the same," she said; "but you have a caller."