"I'm so excited," she exclaimed, drawing out the letter. "This will decide my fate." "Are you ready, Judy?" called Adele Windsor, opening the door and walking in, in her usual unceremonious fashion. Her quick glance took in the envelope Molly had flung on the table in her haste to read the note. "Oh, these southern girls," she remarked, raising her eyebrows and blinking at Judy. Molly looked up quickly. It was certainly no affair of Adele's and still she felt like making an explanation. "This is a business letter," she said quickly, the blood rushing into her face. "Do business letters make one blush?" Adele said teasingly. Molly could not tell why Adele irritated her so profoundly. She was ashamed afterward of what she called her unreasonable behavior. Certainly she did not appear very well in the passage of arms that now followed. "It's none of your business at any rate," she exclaimed hotly, "and I'm not blushing." After this outburst, she turned and walked into her room. Her face was crimson and she knew she would have wept if she had stayed another minute, and so have been further disgraced. "Really, Molly, don't you think you are rather hard on poor Adele?" she heard Judy's voice saying. But not a word of apology would she make to Adele Windsor, whose high nasal tones now came to her through the half closed door. "Never mind, I don't care, Judy. She can't help it. Didn't you ever hear about the temper that goes with red heads?" Molly paid for her outburst of temper by having a headache all the afternoon and an achey lump in her chest--indigestion, no doubt. She stretched herself on her little bed, her haven of refuge in time of trouble and the safe confidante unto whose soft bosom she poured her secrets and hopes. At last, calmed and remorseful for her hasty tongue, she opened the note again and reread it: "DEAR MISS BROWN: "I have hypnotized the editor into accepting that article of yours; only you must hurry up with it. It will run probably for two and a half columns on the College Notes page and we can use three pictures. Just tell whatever you want about the college and the girls and what they do, starting off with the Jubilee, as I suggested. Send it to me here by Friday and I will appreciate it. Thank you for the wonderful time you gave me at Wellington. "Sincerely your friend, "JAMES LUFTON." Late that afternoon Molly rushed over to the _Commune_ office, and, seizing a pencil and paper, began to write. At the top of the page she wrote, "Dearest Mother"--"just to make myself think it's a letter," she thought. But the words worked like a magic talisman, for the pencil traveled busily and by suppertime she had almost finished. On the way back from the village next morning, where she had been to buy the photographs, she stopped at the Beta Phi House and left a note on the hall table for Miss Windsor.