"I never said anything about doing it always--" broke in Nance, when the argument was brought to a sudden end by the arrival of the other girls. There was a great noise of talk and laughter while they draped themselves about the room. College girls in kimonos never sit in straight-backed chairs. They usually curl themselves up on divans or in Morris chairs, or sit, Turkish fashion, on cushions on the floor. "Well, and what's the news?" they asked. Most of them had caught only flying glimpses of each other during the day. "Wait until I make my annual inspection," ordered Judy, carefully examining the fourth finger of the left hand of every girl. "No rings or marks of rings," she said at each inspection until she came to Jessie, who was endeavoring to sit on her left hand while she pushed Judy away with her right. "Now, Jessica, no concealments," cried Judy, "and from your seven bosom friends! It's not fair. Are you actually wearing a solitaire?" "I assure you it's my mother's engagement ring," Jessie protested, but Judy had extricated the pretty little hand on the fourth finger of which sparkled not one, but two, rings. "Caught! Caught, the first of all!" they cried in a chorus. "Honestly and truly I'm not." "It looks to me as if you had been caught twice, Jessie," said Molly laughing. "No, no, one of them is really Mama's and the other--well, it was lent to me. It's not mine. I simply promised to wear it for a few months." Jeers and incredulous laughter followed this statement. "We only hope you'll hold out to the end, Jessie," remarked Katherine in tones of reproach. "What, leave dear old Wellington and all of you for any ordinary, stupid man? I'd never think of it," cried Jessie. "I'm not afraid," here put in Edith. "Fickle Jessica may change her mind and her ring half a dozen times before June. Who can tell?" "I'm not fickle where all of you are concerned, anyhow," answered Jessie reproachfully. "You're a dear, Jessie," broke in Molly. She never did quite enjoy seeing other people teased. "Will some one kindlee make for me explanation of the word 'jubilee'?" asked Otoyo Sen, seated cross-legged on a cushion in the very center of the group, like an Oriental story-teller. "Jubilee?" said Edith. By an unspoken arrangement, it was always left to her to answer such questions. "Why jubilee means a rejoicing, a celebration." "There will be singing and dancing and feasting greatlee of many days enduring?" asked Otoyo. "It depends on who's doing the enduring," Edith said, smiling. "Wellington will be enduring of greatlee much rejoicing," went on the little Japanese. "For Wellington will give jubilee entertainment for fifty years of birthday, perhaps, maybe." Here was news indeed for seven seniors at the very head and front of college affairs. "And where did you get this interesting information, little one?" demanded Margaret.