Professor Newton looked at them all with interested eyes. It seemed strange enough to her that Robert Steele, whose history she knew, should find Beth so congenial. While there was plenty of depth to Beth, she usually showed strangers only the froth and sparkle of her character. However, the two seemed to understand each well, and to be the best of friends. One day Professor Newton heard Mr. Newby suggesting that Rob spend the next summer in Philadelphia and read law in his office. Naturally enough, the young man grasped the opportunity eagerly. It was a chance which many young men of wealth and social position coveted, and it had come to him unsolicited. Professor Newton could not help wondering if Mr. Newby quite realized what he was doing, but she had no right to interfere, and she was not even sure that she would have interfered if she had had the right. Despite the happy summer-time, the girls were not sorry to return to college. They were sophomores now, and could afford to look down on the green freshmen who seemed so forlorn and lonesome. Beth and Dolly fixed up their rooms in a gorgeous and artistic manner. Dolly's chafing-dish still held a conspicuous place. Beth had one, too, this year, and their room bade fair to be one of the most popular in the building. Mary was next door, and just beyond was Professor Newton's sitting-room; for the girls had been able to carry out the plan that Mary had proposed at the close of the freshmen year. Margaret Hamilton looked into their room as they were giving the finishing touches. "May I come in, or are you too busy to talk?" "As if we were ever too busy to talk to our president," said Dolly promptly, pushing her guest down into an easy chair. "I shall not be president after this week, you know, and that is what brought me here. Who is your candidate for the place?" "Not Dolly," said Beth promptly. "I have set my heart on her being president during our senior year." Margaret's brow cleared. "She would make a capital president for our last year, and I pledge myself to work for her. Now, as she is out of the question, for the present, I want to tell you that my candidate is Elizabeth Newby." "How perfectly absurd!" That was Beth's exclamation, of course. "It is not absurd, and I want you, please, to listen to me. She can be elected, for the girls have not forgotten how grateful they were to her for saving our reputation at the entertainment last fall. There is no other strong candidate. Of course, ever so many names will be proposed in as large a class as ours, but the only one who will carry many votes is Hazel Fox." "Hazel Fox!" the girls both exclaimed aghast.