Nobody could cast aspersions against her intelligence, either. She had entered the junior class of Wellington as a special; which was pretty good work, in the opinions of our girls. If any name could be given to the objections they all secretly felt for Judy's new friend, it was that she was so excessively modern. She was a product of New York City; and so thoroughly up to date was this bewildering young person regarding topics of the day, from fashions and beauty remedies to international politics, that she fairly took the breath away even of such advanced persons as Margaret Wakefield. Adele now followed Judy into the room, and Molly, shaking back the hair from her face, bowed and smiled politely. Nance was not so cordial in her greeting. She had already prophesied what the history of Judy's friendship with this girl would be. "Judy will get terribly intimate and then awfully bored. I know her of old." "You're right in the fashion, Miss Brown," observed Adele, taking a seat near Molly and regarding her hair with admiration. "That's the first time anybody ever said such a thing about me," exclaimed Molly with a laugh. "I'm usually three years behind. Now, you couldn't mean this gray kimono, could you? Or maybe it's my pumps," she added. "I know low heels are coming back again." Thrusting out one of her long, narrow feet, she looked at it quizzically. "No, no, it's your hair," replied Adele. "Red hair is the fashion now. You see it everywhere; at the theaters, in society, at the opera----" "You mean everywhere in New York," corrected Nance. Adele smiled, showing a row of even white teeth. She was really very handsome. "Well, isn't New York the hub of the world?" put in Judy. "No," answered Nance firmly. "Boston and San Francisco and Chicago and St. Louis are just as much hubs as New York--to say nothing of the smaller cities. Any place with telegraph wires and competent people at both ends can keep up with the times nowadays----" "Yes, but what about the theaters and operas," Judy began hotly. "And clothes," added Adele softly, with a quick glance at Molly's old blue suit which had been well brushed and cleaned that morning and hung on the back of a chair to dry. Molly had not even noticed the glance. She was looking across the campus in the direction of the infirmary and at the same time forming a resolution to go over and inquire for Professor Green as soon as she could arrange her tumbled hair. But Nance had caught the slightly contemptuous expression in Adele's eyes and resented it with warm loyalty. "I don't see what clothes have to do with it," she asserted. "Because in New York people look at one's clothes before they look at one's face, it doesn't follow that they are more advanced than people in other places." "New York only shows one how to improve one's clothes and one's face," put in Adele calmly.