The girls all gathered around pretty Jessie and at last, hard pressed, she said: "When it does come off you'll have to assemble from the four quarters of the globe to act as bridesmaids, but the day's not set yet." "Have you decided on the man?" asked Edith. "Edith, how can you?" answered Jessie, laughing. "What are you going to do, Katherine?" asked Molly, when the excitement had quieted down. "Teach," answered Katherine bluntly. "I loathe the thing, but a place awaits me, so I suppose next winter will find me sitting behind a little table, ringing a bell sharply, and saying, 'Now, girls, pay attention, please.'" She turned her large melancholy eyes on her sister. "Edith thinks she's the only writer in the family, but in the intervals of teaching I intend to surprise her. I've already had one short story accepted by an obscure but _bona fide_ magazine which hasn't sent me a check yet." "Have you heard the joke on Katherine?" put in Edith. "Do tell," they cried, while Katherine said fiercely: "Now, Edith, you promised to keep that a secret." "It's too good to keep. She chose for the subject of her graduating essay 'The Juvenile Delinquent,' and got it all written and then it occurred to her that Miss Walker would announce 'The Juvenile Delinquent, Katherine Williams,' and she could not stand the implication." "Poor Katherine," they cried, laughing joyously. And now Molly was handing around nut cake and cloud bursts, it seemed almost for the last time, and after that these bright spirits in kimonos flitted away to their rooms. A little later, after darkness and quiet had descended, an ecstatic little giggle broke from Judy, lying alone and staring at the dim outline of her window. It was too soft a sound to disturb the tired sleepers in the adjoining rooms, but it meant that Judy had an idea,--an idea that she could see already realized by the aid of her remarkable imagination. Her mind had been reviewing the talk of the evening and revolving about each of the girls in turn;--Edith and Katherine and Molly, literary and ambitious; Nance, serious and studious; Jessie, pretty, romantic and destined for marriage; and Margaret, the able and willing champion of suffrage. And Judy had smiled as she began to recall certain hours when Margaret's enthusiasm had waxed high, even so far back as Freshman year, and her first class presidency. That thought had started others, and as Judy remembered various amusing incidents of the four years, her "idea" had flashed upon her. It was then that Judy had hugged herself and laughed aloud, but it was several nights later that she shared with the other girls her inspiration. They had gathered in Otoyo's little room that night,--just the eight close friends who now grasped every opportunity for one more good time together. They were a little inclined to sadness, for they had all been busy with those extra duties that point directly to the closing days of college life.