"I believe that I have been a big snob," Mary told herself. "We can only be measured by our inclinations and our deeds. Certainly, even in proportion to my limited means, I have done far less good than Constance. It never occurred to me, for instance, to look up Mrs. O'Flaherty for her own sake, because she might be ill. I only thought of getting my dress." Mary never resorted to half-way measures. She now gave as frank and open admiration to Constance as did any of the "diggers;" Dolly and Beth rejoiced over her conversion. But Beth said, "If she felt at all toward Constance as I now feel toward Margery Ainsworth, when I see Constance wasting her sweetness in that direction, I can sympathize with her. Mary was rather jealous of your affection for Constance, Dolly, and while I do not think that I myself am jealous, I surely hate to see Con lavishing time and patience on Margery." "You are sure it is wasted?" "Yes, I am. Don't forget that I was Margery's room-mate. I flatter myself that I know about all that there is to know concerning that young lady." "Yet I think that Constance is a tolerably good judge of character. There must be latent possibilities in Margery which you have never discovered." Beth shook her head obstinately, but that very day proved the correctness of Dolly's conclusions and made Beth resolve to be more charitable in her judgments. CHAPTER XVII That evening Dolly was wishing for some one's note-book on Greek art, that she might make up a lecture she had lost because of a headache. Beth noted rather anxiously that Dolly had many headaches in these days. This was something new. Until very lately, Dolly and headaches had been strangers. The junior year was conceded by everyone to be the easiest year in the entire course, so Beth did not believe that Dolly was working too hard. Yet she seemed tired so much of the time! She had been so anxious that athletics at Westover should be revived, but now, when an effort was being made in that direction, Dolly took only a languid interest in the matter. Beth helped her in many little ways, and hid her increasing anxiety, although she was fully determined to write to Mrs. Alden, if Dolly did not grow stronger within a short time. Beth looked up as Dolly was expressing her wish for the notes on Greek art. She, herself, was not taking that course, for she preferred logarithms and abstruse calculations, to the marvels of the Parthenon. "I'll get you Margery Ainsworth's note-book, Dolly; she has full notes on everything, the girls say." "Yes, her book would do splendidly, if she will loan it, but I ought to get it myself. There is no reason in the world why you should be running my errands in this fashion." "I like it, so don't talk nonsense," and Beth went off briskly.