Judy and Molly were prepared to see Nance thaw with the great sleet and melt into little rivulets of feeling and remorse. She had seemed rather hard on Andy, junior, that night; but Nance remained implacable and had no word to say on the subject. "She's as ice-bound as ever," exclaimed Judy, shaking her head ruefully. "I am afraid she still belongs to the glacial period. Don't you think you can warm her up a little and make her forgive poor Andy?" "Perhaps the sun will do it," said Molly, lifting her skirts as she waded through the slush on the campus. The two girls were on their way to a class and there was no time to linger for discussions about Nance's unforgiving nature. But there was nothing Judy enjoyed more than making what she learnedly termed "psychological speculations" concerning her friends' sentiments. "Do stop tearing along, Molly, while I talk. I have something interesting to say." "Judy Kean, there must be a depression on your head where there should be a perfectly good bump of duty. Don't you know we have only five minutes to get to the class? I'd rather be late to almost anything that Lit. II." "And why, pray?" demanded Judy, rushing to keep up with Molly's long steps. "Oh, well, because it's interesting." "Is that the only reason?" "Why don't you turn into a period occasionally, Juliana? You are every other variety of punctuation mark,--dashes, exclamations, interrogations. Sometimes you're a comma and I've known you to be a semicolon, but when, oh, when have you come to a full stop?" "All this long peroration----" "Pero--what?" "Means that you are avoiding the real question." "Here we are," ejaculated Molly with a sigh of relief as she ran upstairs and entered the class room at the same moment that Professor Green appeared from another door.