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the molding.

      "I tried not to," said Priscilla, guiltily, "but he read 'tapestry' in my eyes. He had no sooner looked at me than he said, 'See here, miss; you know it's against the rules to hang curtains on the walls, and you mustn't put nails in the plastering, and I don't believe you need a hammer anyway.'"

      "Disgusting creature!" said Patty.

      "But," continued Priscilla, hastily, "I stopped and borrowed Georgie Merriles's hammer on my way back. Oh, I forgot," she added; "he says we can't take the closet door off its hinges—that as soon as we get ours off five hundred other young ladies will be wanting theirs off, and that it would take half a dozen men all summer to put them back again."

      A portentous frown was gathering on Patty's brow, and the freshman, wishing to avert a possible domestic tragedy, inquired timidly, "Who is Peters?"

      "Peters," said Priscilla, "is a short, bow-legged gentleman with a red Vandyke beard, whose technical title is janitor, but who is really dictator. Every one is afraid of him—even Prexy."

      "I'm not," said Patty; "and," she added firmly, "that door is coming down whether he says so or not, so I suppose we shall have to do it ourselves." Her eyes wandered back to the carpet and her face brightened. "Oh, Pris, we've got a beautiful new scheme. My friend here says she doesn't like the carpet at all, and suggests that we take it up, get some black paint, and put it on the floor ourselves. I agree," she added, "that a Flemish oak floor covered with rugs would be a great improvement."

      Priscilla glanced uncertainly from the freshman to the floor. "Do you think they'd let us do it?"

      "It would never do to ask them," said Patty.

      The freshman rose uneasily. "I came," she said hesitatingly, "to find out—that is, I understand that the girls rent their old books, and I thought, if you wouldn't mind—"

      "Mind!" said Patty, reassuringly. "We'd rent our souls for fifty cents a semester."

      "It—it was a Latin dictionary I wanted," said the freshman, "and the girls next door said perhaps you had one."

      "A beautiful one," said Patty.

      "No," interrupted Priscilla; "hers is lost from O to R, and it's all torn; but mine,"—she dived down into one of the boxes and hauled out a chunky volume without any covers—"while it is not so beautiful as it was once, it is still as useful."

      "Mine's annotated," said Patty, "and illustrated. I'll show you what a superior book it is," and she began descending the ladder; but Priscilla charged upon her and she retreated to the top again. "Why," she wailed to the terrified freshman, "did you not say you wanted a dictionary before she came back? Let me give you some advice at the beginning of your college career," she added warningly. "Never choose a room-mate bigger than yourself. They're dangerous."

      The freshman was backing precipitously toward the door, when it opened and revealed an attractive-looking girl with fluffy reddish hair.

      "Pris, you wretch, you walked off with my hammer!"

      "Oh, Georgie, we need it worse than you do! Come in and help tack."

      "Hello, Georgie," called Patty, from the ladder. "Isn't this room going to be beautiful when it's finished?"

      Georgie looked about. "You are more sanguine than I should be," she laughed.

      "You can't tell yet," Patty returned. "We're going to cover the wall-paper with this red stuff, and paint the floor black, and have dark furniture, and red hangings, and soft lights. It will look just like the Oriental Room in the Waldorf."

      "How in the world," Georgie demanded, "do you ever make them let you do all these things? I stuck in three innocent little thumb-tacks to-day, and Peters descended upon me bristling with wrath, and said he'd report me if I didn't pull them out."

      "We never ask," explained Patty. "It's the only way."

      "You've got enough to do if you expect to get settled by Monday," Georgie remarked.

      "C'est vrai," agreed Patty, descending the ladder with a sudden access of energy; "and you've got to stay and help us. We have to get all this furniture moved into the bedrooms and the carpet up before we even begin to paint." She regarded the freshman tentatively. "Are you awfully busy?"

      "Not very. My room-mate hasn't come yet, so I can't settle."

      "That's nice; then you can help us move furniture."

      "Patty!" said Priscilla, "I think you are too bad."

      "I should really love to stay and help, if you'll let me."

      "Certainly," said Patty, obligingly. "I forgot to ask your name," she continued, "and I don't suppose you like to be called 'Freshman'; it's not specific enough."

      "My name is Genevieve Ainslee Randolph."

      "Genevieve Ains—dear me! I can't remember anything like that. Do you mind if I call you Lady Clara Vere de Vere for short?"

      The freshman looked doubtful, and Patty proceeded: "Lady Clara, allow me to present my room-mate Miss Priscilla Pond—no relation to the extract. She's athletic and wins hundred-yard dashes and hurdle races, and gets her name in the paper to a really gratifying extent. And my dear friend Miss Georgie Merriles, one of the oldest families in Dakota. Miss Merriles is very talented—sings in the glee club, plays on the comb—"

      "And," interrupted Georgie, "let me present Miss Patty Wyatt, who—"

      "Has no specialty," said Patty, modestly, "but is merely good and beautiful and bright."

      A knock sounded on the door, which opened without waiting for a response. "Miss Theodora Bartlet," continued Patty, "commonly known as the Twin, Miss Vere de Vere."

      The Twin looked dazed, murmured, "Miss Vere de Vere," and dropped down on a dry-goods box.

      "The term 'Twin,'" explained Patty, "is used in a merely allegorical sense. There is really only one of her. The title was conferred in her freshman year, and the reason has been lost in the dim dawn of antiquity."

      The freshman looked at the Twin and opened her mouth, but shut it again without saying anything.

      "My favorite maxim," said Patty, "has always been, 'Silence is golden.' I observe that we are kindred spirits."

      "Patty," said Priscilla, "do stop bothering that poor child and get to work."

      "Bothering?" said Patty. "I am not bothering her; we are just getting acquainted. However, I dare say it is not the time for hollow civilities. Do you want to borrow anything?" she added, turning to the Twin, "or did you just drop in to pay a social call?"

      "Just a social call; but I think I'll come in again when there's no furniture to move."

      "You don't happen to be going into town this afternoon?"

      "Yes," said the Twin. "But," she added guardedly, "if it's a curtain-pole, I refuse to bring it out. I offered to bring one out for Lucille Carter last night, because she was in a hurry to give a house-warming, and I speared the conductor with it getting into the car; and while I was apologizing to him I knocked Mrs. Prexy's hat off with the other end."

      "We have all the curtain-poles we need," said Patty. "It's just some paint—five cans of black paint, and three brushes at the ten-cent store, and thank you very much. Good-by. Now," she continued, "the first thing is to get that door down, and I will wrest a screw-driver from the unwilling Peters while you remove tacks from the carpet."

      "He won't give you one," said Priscilla.

      "You'll see," said Patty.

      Five minutes later she returned waving above her head an unmistakable screw-driver. "Voilà, mes amies! Peters's own private screw-driver, for which I am to be personally responsible."

      "How did you get it?" inquired Priscilla, suspiciously.

      "You act," said Patty, "as if you thought

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