Annabel gave a little low laugh. "He's the one you're sort of a sister to, isn't he? Well--he's very nice, but I should choose Mr. Judson for a life study--I _think_. There's something sort of splendid and inspiring about him. He's so frank and unusual." "He's just Western--that's all," Blue Bonnet said with a degree of satisfaction. "Would you wear these gold beads or the corals, Annabel?" "The corals, by all means, with that white gown. And put one of those pink roses in your hair--there, low, like that. My, but you're sweet. I love you in that gown!" "This gown is a little gift from Uncle Cliff. We went shopping the other day all by ourselves. I wanted to pick up a few little things for the girls and to get you a graduation present. By the way, I believe I'll give it to you now--I'll run get it. Maybe you might like to wear it to-night." She brought back a small velvet jewel case which she put in Annabel's hands. Annabel gave a cry of delight when she opened it. "Blue Bonnet! How perfectly darling of you! Oh, isn't it exquisite!" In the case reposed a little brooch--a circlet of pearls. "I'm so glad you like it, Annabel. I love the sentiment of it. It's a friendship circle--never ending--never beginning, see?" She held the pin in her hand and traced the circle with her finger. "I feel that way about our friendship--it never seemed to begin--it just _was_, from the start--and I hope it will never end!" "Blue Bonnet! Stop! You're going to make me cry--and I can't now. I haven't time. You know I haven't a particle of sense when I get started." She made a little dab at her eyes and took the pin from Blue Bonnet. "I shall wear it always, _always_," she managed to say as she pinned it in the lace of her gown, "and I'll thank you for it properly at another time." At ten o'clock that night, three very tired but wide-awake little Freshmen, who had watched the dance from the gymnasium balcony, climbed the flight of stairs leading to Fifth Avenue, bearing in their arms three bouquets. After the first few dances the girls had thrown the flowers to their outstretched hands and they had been cherished as valuable possessions. "I'm going to sprinkle these roses and leave them in Annabel's bathtub," Mary said, stifling a tell-tale yawn. "And I'll do the same with Blue Bonnet's," Carita said, following the suggestion. She entered Blue Bonnet's room and after attending to the flowers, set the place to rights; turned down Blue Bonnet's bed neatly, and finding paper and pencil busied herself for a moment with a note which she pinned to Blue Bonnet's pillow. It read: