"I might do that," she admitted.
"All right. Then you'll be doing your part. And talk to the girls. Let them talk to you. Come down to the dining-room for your meals again. You know, the housekeeper, Mrs. Ebbets, will soon be getting into trouble about you. Somebody will talk to Dr. Milroth or to some other member of the upper faculty."
"I suppose so," groaned Rebecca. "They won't let poor little me alone."
"Oh, you can't expect to have your own way at school," cried Ruth, laughing. "Oh, and say!"
"Well, Miss Fielding?"
"Do call me Ruth," begged the girl of the Red Mill. "It won't cost you a cent more," but she said it so good-naturedly that Rebecca had to laugh.
"I will," said the other girl, vehemently. "You are the very nicest little thing!"
"Well, now that's settled," laughed Ruth, "do something for me, will you?"
"Any—anything I can," agreed Rebecca, with some doubt.
"You know we girls on this corridor are going to have a sitting-room all to ourselves. That corner room that is empty. Everybody is going to buy—is going to give something to help furnish the room."