"Wait a minute," demanded Bobbie, stopping short, "do you mean to say, Miss Allen—"
"Jane—"
"All right," with a smile. "Do you mean to say, Jane, that the dean would ever understand and condone all this?"
"What are deans for?" asked Jane, the miracle worker. "I'm just wild over the whole thing and daddy will want to adopt you both. It is simply thrilling! You have doubled the value of the scholarship."
"But if we did come back and the girls knew it? Our change of names?" queried the real Shirley, apprehensively.
"Don't you see how simple it is? We will just explain that you exchanged identities to try out how one girl could work on another girl's reputation. That you both intended to go back to your real selves at the half year—"
"So we did," declared Bobbie. "Shirley was to be transferred to
Breslin and I expected to—withdraw."
"But you don't want to?"
"No," hesitating, "but I can't see—"
"I can. The whole thing is a wonderful story and when we give the girls the one fact, that you simply exchanged places for a lark, and then didn't know how to get out of it, that will be enough for them. Come along there, Firefly, meet my two college chums. And now, Bobbie, talk to him once in a while, so he will remember you when you dash over the hills of Montana."