"But even so, I can't have the use of it myself," was Anne's response. "I shall have to use it at home. We need every cent of it."
"Oh, dear," sighed Grace. "Why doesn't some one appear all of a sudden and offer you a fine position at about fifty dollars a week."
"Yes," said Anne, laughing in spite of her blues. "That is what really ought to happen, only the day for miracles is past."
"At any rate, I have always felt that you and I were going to college together, and I believe we shall," predicted Grace.
"I hope so, but I doubt it," replied Anne wistfully. "By the way, Grace, do you recite in any of Marian Barber's classes?"
"No," said Grace, "not this term. Why?"
"She is in my section in astronomy," answered Anne, "and lately she fails every day in recitation. You know it's a one-term study, and she will have to try an exam in it before long. I don't believe she'll pass, and she told Nora at the beginning of the year that if she failed in one study this year she wouldn't have enough credits to get through and graduate."
"Oh, she'll pull through, I think," said Grace. "She is really brilliant in mathematics, and always has kept up in other things."
"I know," persisted Anne, "but she has finished her mathematics' group, and her studies this year are things she doesn't care for, and consequently left them until the last. We wouldn't want a Phi Sigma Tau to fail, you know."
"I should say not," was Grace's emphatic response. "What shall we do about it?"