Nance, who had been sitting on the floor with her head against Molly's knee, began softly to weep. It was certainly one of the most desolating experiences of Molly's life. "O'Reilly's?" they cried in one loud protesting shriek. "Yes, you see, we--we've lost some money and I have to move," began Molly apologetically. "We can be friends just the same, only I won't see quite as much of you--it--it will be harder on me than on you----" It would have been gratifying if it had not been so sad, this circle of tear-stained faces and every tear shed on her account. "We simply can't do without you, Molly," cried pretty, affectionate Jessie Lynch. "You belong to the 'body corporate' of Queen's, as Margaret calls it, to such an extent that if you leave us, we'll--well, we'll just fall to pieces, that's all." It remained for Judy Kean, however, that creature of impulse and emotion, to prove the depths of her affection. When she rushed blindly from the room, her friends had judged that she wished to be alone. Molly had once been a witness to the awful struggle of Judy in tears and she knew that weeping was not a surface emotion with her. For some time, Molly went on quietly explaining and talking, answering their questions and assuring them that there would be many meetings at O'Reilly's of Queen's girls. "I expect you'll have to move into Judith Blount's singleton, Nance," she continued, patting her friend's cheek. "That is, unless you can arrange to get someone to share this one with you." "Don't, don't," sobbed Nance. "I can't bear it." Again there was a noise outside of trunks being carried upstairs and dumped down in the hall. "There go poor Judith's trunks," observed Molly. "It will be harder on her than on me because she takes it so hard. She's----" Molly broke off and opened the door. Judy's voice was heard outside giving directions. "Just pull them inside for me, will you, Mr. Murphy? I know they fill up the room, but I like to pack all at once. Will you see about the room for me at Mrs. O'Reilly's as you go down to the station? I'll notify the registrar and Mrs. Markham. And Mr. Murphy, get a room next to Miss Brown's, if possible. I don't care whether it's little or big." Nance pushed Molly aside and rushed into the hall. "Why hadn't I thought of that?" she cried. "Mr. Murphy, I want a room at O'Reilly's. Will you engage one for me as near Miss Brown's as you can, and before you go bring up my trunks, please?" "Now, may the saints defind us," cried the distracted Mr. Murphy. "It looks as if the whole of Queen's was movin' down to the village. You're a foine lot of young ladies, Miss, and loyalty ain't so usual a trait in a woman, either." "But Nance, but Judy!" protested Molly. "I can't--you mustn't----"