“Oh, yes, and the yellow-haired lady has some paper plates. I saw her drop a brace of them, and one rolled way down to the young man with the specks. It was too funny to see him jerk up and look. Guess he thought he was having a fit of eye stigmatis,” and Judith bit her red lips with the afore-mentioned pearly teeth. “See, the dear boy is reading something like a dictionary. Wonder if he is a new prof going East to try his luck in some co-ed college? Thank goodness we can’t get anything like that. The dear old ladies are bad enough, but can you picture Percy handling Mazie?” “In math for instance,” assisted Jane. “I wonder if she will know any more about cubes this year?” “More likely she has become proficient in cubes for the complexion,” Judith put in. “But honestly, Jane, I am so anxious to see them all, good, bad and indifferent, that I would just like to fall asleep and wake up at Wellington. Wouldn’t you?” “Well, I am anxious to get back. But between here and there I hope to pick up a good time or two. Now let’s to the primping room. No line there yet. Wait until we get around Chicago. Then we will have to take our turn. I wonder what daddy is doing just now? I always feel a tiny bit lonesome first night——” “Oh, no, you don’t, dearie, as the chorus girls say. It is my special privilege to have the glumps,” and Judith’s smile, filtering through the alleged gloom made comedy of her words. “There, I had to leave El Capitan just when I passed my first test in serenades, and when I was becoming expert in cowboy phraseology. Fedario admitted I ‘sabied’ beautifully, and Pedro declared the horses knew my yodel. Then I had to tear myself away for hard work at Wellington!” “I’ll be good,” begged off Jane, who realized the effort at regrets was being made to offset her “glumps.” Judith would not have Jane other than smiling. “First at the big mirror,” as they made for the dressing room. “See the little old lady with the sampler! Let us greet her in passing,” whispered the youthful junior. But the best laid plans of school girls may be upset by the exigencies of rail travel, for in passing the little old lady, both young ladies were all but precipitated into her black silk lap. The apologies that followed served as fitting introduction, with the result of both girls falling victims to the charm of her complaisant culture, rounded out with satisfying years. The little lady was a thoroughbred, an old school new method graduate. And the girls, keen of perception and generous with appreciation, became acquainted at once with a promise of developing interest along the route. “I am going to be like that when I grow old,” predicted Judith. “And I am going to make samplers for—well, maybe for the cowboys of El Capitan! Just now they fill my vision and my vocabulary.”