Nothing daunted, the prophetess went on in the same weird key, "I see the gray towers of Wellington looming grandly against a wild autumnal sky. I see troops of girls crowding across the campus and into recitation rooms. I see a single figure walking beside the white-haired President as though discussing the schedule of lectures and the merits of students, and the figure is that of Miss Oldham,--dear old Nance!" And the voice of the soothsayer broke suddenly as she turned the glasses on Nance and Molly. Then she hurried on, "By forcing my keen vision to its utmost capacity, I am able to read upon certain profound text books the names of their joint compilers, Edith and Katherine Williams, the world-famed writers!" Again the voice paused as the glasses were leveled at the friendly disputants, long since quieted by the eloquence of the seer. All this time Otoyo had stood spellbound beside her teapot. Now she started slightly as the glasses glimmered in her direction. "Oh, no, no, no," she cried in real distress. "Don't tell me, please, Mees Kean!" At that, Judy flung the draperies back from her hair, the glasses to Nance, and her arms about Otoyo, exclaiming at the same moment: "You precious child, I don't know any more than your little Buddha does about your future, but the gods will be good to you and we'll leave it to them." CHAPTER XXII. THE FINAL DAYS. Now as suddenly as she had tossed aside her head coverings, Judy dropped her long loose cloak upon the floor and stood revealed clad in motley raiment indeed. In an instant all that she had said was forgotten as the girls crowded around examining her curiously. "Why, Judy Kean, where _did_ you find that old necktie?" cried Molly, as she spied a long familiar article fastened at Judy's throat. "And my Russian princess muff!" exclaimed Nance. "It was hidden with my treasures at the very bottom of my trunk!" "And do I not behold my favorite Shelley?" chimed in Edith, seizing a book that dangled by a cord from Judy's waist. "And I--surelee it is my veree ancient kimono that hangs behind?" inquired Otoyo curiously. "I have it," announced judicial Margaret "Judy Kean is now a symbol. She represents _us_. Upon her noble person she carries the intimate souvenirs of our various stages of collegiate growth. Yea, verily, I recognize mine own." With that, Margaret tried to claim a gorgeous yellow pennant that flaunted its aggressive motto in a panel-like arrangement on Judy's dress. Judy dodged Margaret's attempt and lifting her hand dramatically exclaimed in oratorical tones: