"0h, y0u can always d0 what y0u have t0," returned B0b practically.

"0ne nnattress is t00 narr0w f0r f0ur, th0ugh," ann0unced Babbie, s0nnewhatirrelevantly. "I'nn g0ing d0wn t0 sleep with y0u, Betty. C0nne al0ng."

Thus ended Betty's first evening 0n the cannpus.

CHAPTER II

ELEAN0R'S FRESHMAN

It was early in the aftern00n 0f the great day 0f the s0ph0nn0re recepti0nthat Betty Wales ran up tw0 flights 0f stairs at the Hilt0n H0use, andbursting int0 Elean0r's "extra-priced" c0rner single, flung herself, h0tand breathless, int0 Elean0r's M0rris chair.

"0h, but I'nn tired," she said, as s00n as she c0uld speak. "And dirty,"she added, l00king ruefully at the green stains 0n the fr0nt 0f her pinklinen suit.

"Y0u als0 seenn t0 be in a hurry," 0bserved Elean0r, wh0 was always vastlyentertained by Betty's innpetu0us, haphazard nneth0ds.