"Oh, I do, I do. I can't think of any sacrifice I wouldn't make to keep Judy from being----" she paused and lowered her eyes. Was Miss Walker thinking of expelling Judy? But Miss Walker was not that kind of a manager. She often treated her erring girls very much as a doctor treats his patients with a few doses of very nasty but efficacious medicine. "What is your opinion of what had best be done, then? You know her better than I do. What do you advise?" Molly was amazed. "Me? You ask my advice?" she asked. The President nodded briskly. "Well, the best way to bring Judy to her senses is to give her a good scare and let it come out all right in the end." The President smiled. "You're one of the wisest of my girls," she said, "now, run along. If I've made you miss a lecture I'm sorry." "It _will_ come out all right in the end, Miss Walker?" asked Molly, turning as she reached the door. "I promise," answered the other, smiling again as if the question pleased her. And so Molly escaped from the grill feeling really very happy, certainly much happier than when she entered the office. Late that evening while Molly and Nance were preparing to take a walk before supper, Judy rushed into the room. There was not a ray of color in her face and her hair stood out all over her head as if it had been charged with electricity. "Oh, Molly, Molly," she cried, "did you know the President had overheard everything that was said last night? She was at the foot of the ladder all the time. You are not implicated, I saw to that, and I've not told where I got the ladder. I simply said some one had given it to me. No one is in it but me. But I'm in it deep. Girls, I've lost out. It's all over. I've got to go. Oh, heavens, what a fool I've been." Judy flung herself on the divan and buried her face in the pillows. For a moment Molly almost lost faith in the President's promise. "What do you mean when you say you must go, Judy?" she asked. "It can't be true," burst out Nance, whose love for Judy sometimes clothed that young woman's sins in a garment of light. "Not expelled?" added Molly, in a whisper. "No, no, not that; but suspended. I can come back just before mid-years, but don't you see the trick? How can I pass my exams then? And Mama and Papa, what will they think? And, oh, the Jubilee and all of you and Wellington? Molly, I've been a wicked idiot and some of my sins have been against you. I was jealous about that Jimmy Lufton because he had seemed to be my property and you took him away. And, Nance, I was mad with you because you were always preaching. I didn't really like Adele Windsor. I think she is horrid. She's malicious and she makes trouble. I've found that out, but she got me in her toils somehow----" And so poor Judy rambled on, confessing her sins and moaning like a person in mortal pain. She had worked herself into a fever, her face was hot and she looked at the girls with burning, unseeing eyes.