"Oh, _no_!" Melissa replaced Gray with a look of relief. "I ought to, Bobby, but I don't. I love a good story, and I read travels some, and the like of that, but--oh, no! I don't begin--why, Kitty ought to be librarian here, by good rights. She knows an _awful_ lot, simply awful. Why, she takes out books that no one else ever looks at, and reads 'em same as she would a detective story. Have you read 'The Hollow Needle,' Bobby?" "Yes! Great, isn't it? Say, have you got any of his stuff? You never can get hold of one at Corona; they're out all the time. That chap is top-hole, no mistake." When Kitty next peeped out, the two were surrounded by the works of a certain popular author. Bobby was discoursing upon their various merits, Melissa hanging on his words. Should she slip away and leave them together? Perhaps hardly, the first time. A glance at the clock showed that it was nearly closing time; at the same moment voices were heard in the entrance hall. Kitty slipped back into the main room and joined her two companions in time to greet Nelly Chanter and an attendant swain, also a Corona student, who came in quest of "something good to read!" Nelly fell instantly into what Kitty and I called Chanterics, embracing her friend with an ardor which made the two youths blink and blush. "You darling _Thing_! I haven't seen you for forty years! Between my teaching and your driving, Kitty, I _never_ see you! Except when you pick me up and give me a delicious turn, like an Angel, as you did the other day. How do, Lissy? How do, Bobby? Kitty, this is Mr. Myers, Bobby's roommate. He was at the Party, you know. Oh, and let me introduce Miss Wibird, Joe! I never _do_ know how to introduce, do you? he! he! I should have introduced him to her, shouldn't I, Kitty?" "We might all begin over again," said Kitty. "I am sure Mr. Chanter has never been introduced to me! Mr. Chanter, I am glad to have the honor of making your acquaintance!" It takes little to amuse Youth. The Library, fortunately empty of readers, rang with shouts of glee. "Isn't she killing?" whispered Nelly to her companion. "She's just as witty as she can be, _all_ the time. She knows a most terrible lot, too, but you'd never know it, she's so darling and nice. Kitty, do tell us something good to read! Not deep things, you know. Mr. Myers has to read enough deep things at Corona, don't you, Mr. Myers? Ha! ha!" Kitty laughed bravely with them, wondering why she was not amused. She must be growing old. She named at random the latest work of a great English novelist. Nelly exclaimed in dismay. "Oh, Kitty, that's awfully deep, you know it is. Why, it's just _full_ of religion and politics. Isn't there anything of Summer Sweeting's in? Don't you _love_ her books? I cried _quarts_ over 'My Burnished Dove': perfect _quarts_! Do you think Summer Sweeting is her own name or a _nom de plume_?"