“Some of them are very bright,” said Miss Pomeroy.
“Louise,” said the President suddenly, “Frances Andrews is one of the girls at that house, is she not?”
“Yes,” nodded the other, with a queer look on her face.
“She’s clever,” said the President. “She’s deep, Emma. It is impossible to make any definite statement about her. One must go very slowly in these things. But after what happened last year, you know——”
She paused. Even with her most intimate friend she disliked to discuss certain secrets of the institution openly.
“Yes,” said Miss Pomeroy, “she is either very deep or entirely innocent.”
“Some one is guilty,” sighed the President. “I do wish I knew who it was.”
Judy’s theme not only received especial mention by Miss Pomeroy, but it was read aloud to the entire class and was later published in the college paper, The Commune, to Judy’s everlasting joy and glory. She was congratulated about it on all sides and her heart was swollen with pride.
“I think I’ll take to writing in dead earnest,” she said to Molly, “because I have the happy faculty of writing on subjects I don’t know anything about, and no one knows the difference.”
“I wish you’d take to doing anything in dead earnest,” Molly replied, giving her friend a little impatient shake.