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 to any difficulty with the university. We know nothing about what Sister Fidelia Netley may have done recently."

Alice took this to Myra in her room at Willard and, after she read it, Myra whistled: "What a slapper! I told you there was much queer; but I never expected Stanford to admit it."

"They haven't," Alice objected.

"Oh, what would they have to say to just slightly suggest it to you? Ship on the legal proof?"

"Of what?"

"Darling, I haven't second sight; I'm sorry; but I can faintly discern the outlines of a pikestaff when it's poked before my face in broad daylight. She's done something. We don't know what and maybe it's true that Stanford doesn't actually know, if she did it after she left; but I bet they've a beautiful idea."

Alice turned from Myra and walked to the window; her hands were clenched and her lips were trembling when she turned back. "My, I've got to have her in!"

"No, you don't!"

"Oh, yes I do. I know!"

"What?" demanded Myra.

"He'll think I kept her out."

"I'll tell Dave I did! I don't care."

"I don't want her out!" Alice cried. "I don't want one thing more unusual or talkable about her. He's on her side, as it is. I've got to be on her side, too. Oh, My, don't you see?"

Myra clasped her, kissed her and was conquered;