"Have you a little sister about my size?" asked Mary of the college man she was left with. "No, I haven’t," he replied. "I thought not," said Mary Jane. "Now what made you think that?" asked Hal’s friend with real curiosity. "’Cause you talk to me like I was a real grown-up lady," explained Mary Jane. "When they’ve got a little sister like me they just bow when Uncle Hal brings ’em up and they say ’what grade are you in in school?’ and then before I can answer they start talking to somebody else. But when they haven’t any little sister, they talk to me like I was a real grown-up lady—well, anyway, as though I was as big as Alice." "That’s funny," laughed Mr. Echart, "what would you say if I asked you to dance with me—like a real lady?" "I’d say thank you, yes I will," replied Mary Jane demurely, and much to her partner’s surprise she danced off every bit as well as he could. Now usually Mary Jane loved to dance; she and Alice often danced together and both enjoyed it and did it well. And to-day should have been perfect for the music was good and the floors excellent. But they hadn’t taken a dozen steps before sharp twinges of pain shot through her left heel and she felt as though she couldn’t stand it another minute. "Tired?" asked Mr. Echart, as he noticed that something was wrong. "Anything you’d rather do than dance?" "Yes," replied Mary Jane with a sudden burst of feeling, "I’d rather take off my shoe! Do they have any place where folks take off their shoes on Class Day?" "Well," said her partner, "I can’t say that they prepare for it as a regular part of the program, but it might be done." "Then let’s do it right away," said Mary Jane miserably. She hobbled down the stairs after her partner and into a small office on the left. There was a great table in the center of the room, and pulled up to it was a huge, comfortable chair. "How will that do?" asked Mr. Echart. "Any chair would _do_," answered Mary Jane, "but that one is lovely!" "Well, you sit down there, young lady," he added, "and I’ll take off that shoe." "Oh, that feels good," she sighed with relief as the offending shoe came off and she settled back in comfort in the great chair. [Illustration: She sighed with relief as the offending shoe came off.] "Where did it hurt?" asked Mr. Echart. "Right there," said Mary Jane, pointing to the back of the heel. "That’s easy," said Mr. Echart, "it’s just too stiff and likely as not has made a blister. You just wait till I put in a pad of soft tissue paper and you’ll see how much better it will feel." At that minute the music stopped and Alice and Uncle Hal appeared at the door of the room. "You don’t mean to say," demanded Hal, "that you are letting my niece sit in the president’s chair—the sacred chair of the president of the Crimson?" "You didn’t think you were going to keep it yourself, did you?" laughed Lawrence, "I must say Mary Jane looks every bit as well in it as you did!"