The girls all felt that the one who was made president, during this, their junior year, should be both capable and popular. Either Constance or Dolly could have been elected, had they so chosen, but Constance utterly refused to consider the matter, and Beth would not hear to Dolly's being nominated. It ended with the election of Hope Brereton, and the "diggers" were not represented at all in the offices, with the exception of Beth, who was made chairman of the executive committee since she was the retiring president. Margery Ainsworth, to her own intense surprise and gratification, was put on the entertainment committee. It did not take long for the girls to settle into their former grooves again. The old friendships were cemented, and some new ones were formed. Mary retreated again into her shell, and Dolly felt more than once like shaking her. In other ways Mary had improved materially. She could not afford handsome dresses, but those that she had, were becoming in color and soft in texture. Her hair was arranged to show its real beauty, and while she was far from being a pretty girl, she had a fine, intelligent face, and the promise of future beauty. She was looking forward to the time when she could teach, and earn money to lighten the burdens on that western farm. Just before Thanksgiving time, the sophomores gave a little entertainment to the juniors. Mary came into Dolly's room one day with a wry face. "I fear that I shall not be able to attend that entertainment which the sophomores are giving us." "I would like to know why?" "We shall have to wear some sort of evening dress, I suppose, and the only thing that I have is my white." "That would be just the thing," said Constance, who chanced to be present. "It's not very elegant, but it would do, only I have not got it. I sent it to Mrs. O'Flaherty three weeks ago to be laundered, and it hasn't been sent back yet." "Write to her." "I have. I've sent her a dozen missives. But she does not answer." "Go and see her." "She lives too far away." "Then try one more note; make it pathetic and appealing and stern and threatening all in one. That will surely bring the dress." "Very well, I will." But as she was about to commence the note, Mary decided, that after all, she had better go herself. She dressed rapidly, and started out alone. Either Dolly or Beth would have gone with her willingly, but she would not ask them. Mrs. O'Flaherty lived at the farther side of Westover. Mary found herself out of breath and impatient when she reached there. She was about to knock when the door opened, and Constance came out, Mary's dress in her arms. "I was going to take the liberty of carrying your dress to a woman whom I know. She will do it up beautifully for you, even on this short notice. Mrs. O'Flaherty is ill--too ill to answer your notes or to think about your dress at all." "Then I had better go in and see her a moment." "You can do no good, I am sure."