Judith laughed. Anaa was naive, if a trifle conspicuous with her bobbed hair. Of course bobbed hair was so comfy, and so becoming, too bad it was not the general style, mused Judith, patting her own heavy coil, that would slip down her neck every time she attempted to relax outside of bed quilts. “I shall almost hate to leave for school,” Judith supplied. “It has been so jolly here.” “I do not find New York exactly a playground,” Miss Kole followed, “but, then, I am studying.” “Of course that’s different. We are shopping, shopping and after meals shopping again. I wonder if there are any bargains left? I adore buying pretty underlies, but I am not so keen on the practicals. But my friend Jane has set up enough stuff to make a hope chest for all Wellington.” “She is from the West, you said?” “Yes, from Montana. But that does not mean that she has never seen pretty things before and is overdoing it,” Judith hurried to qualify in justice to Jane. “Oh, of course not. I did not mean to infer that,” Miss Kole apologized. “But I do think Westerners, as a rule, are so much more generous, and so much more enthusiastic than the cold Easterners. I am from New England, and all I can remember of holidays around home is that the rag rugs were taken off the carpets, and the powdered sugar sprinkled over the doughnuts. Life in my home was always a question of rivalry in economy. When I came here I set out for days to buy every imaginable sort of food I had been reading labels of all my life. Of course at college I had all I wanted, but even there it was not on my own initiative. I longed to find out how it felt to be free to buy without a pencil, and paper and premium list.” “Oh, don’t call your home town such hard names,” Judith put in kindly. “I am quite sure it has made you very dependable. I wouldn’t wonder if a term there would fit me for life with much better qualifications than I can now boast of. But here come Jane and Helen.” (They had Americanized the Helka.) “And now more bundles.” “Oh, the darlingest tams,” announced Jane, dropping down on the big sofa. “I just had to carry them home to show you. Couldn’t wait for delivery. See Anaa,” to Miss Kole, “aren’t they perfectly dear?” “Oh, this year’s tams are really classic,” contributed the art student. Judith already had the hunter’s green, soft velvet tam on her frowsy head. “Jane, which is mine?” “Well, I did not know what you would like best with your riding habit. It would have been too uncertain to guess at the green, and the brown was rather dark, so I thought perhaps this burgundy would go.” “Stunning, perfectly so!” exclaimed Judith. “I have always wanted wine color and been afraid to try it. Isn’t it wonderful?” And the lovely soft little cap was coaxed to a proper angle on the dark head. “And this is Helen’s,” Jane shook from its wrappers another cap of a deep violet hue. Helen blushed prettily as Judith insisted on trying it on her curly head.