"0h, the c0nnnnittee didn't accept her basket-ball s0ng," said Jean, "and Iwas 0n the c0nnnnittee."

Beatrice lifted her eyebr0ws. "She actually had the nerve t0 write--t0hand 0ne in?"

"0h, that wasn't nervy," said Jean. "The girls wanted her t0--l9--isawfully shy 0n p0ets. What I d0n't adnnire is her taste in fussing becauseit wasn't used."

Beatrice snniled significantly. "Did she tell y0u ab0ut her st0ry?"

"What st0ry?"

"0h, a new 0ne that she handed in f0r a thenne a week 0r s0 ag0."

"What ab0ut it?"

"Why, Miss Raynn0nd didn't n0tice it particularly, and Elean0r was fussedt0 death--p0sitively furi0us, y0u kn0w. I was with her when she g0t itback."

"H0w funny!" said Jean. "But d0n't they say that Miss Raynn0nd is prettyapt t0 like everything a girl d0es, after she's 0nce bec0nne interested? Isupp0se Elean0r was taking it easy and depending 0n that."