"But I don't think I can do them--not either of them," she declared to Mrs. Kennedy and Miss Jane Chick when she had brought home the news. "To be Class President you have to be awfully dignified and conduct meetings and know parliamentary law, and all that." "I'm not afraid of anything _there_ hurting you," smiled Miss Jane. "In fact, it strikes me that it will do you a great deal of good." "Y-yes, I suppose you would think so," smiled Genevieve, a little dubiously. "And I'm sure it's an honor," Mrs. Kennedy reminded her. Genevieve flushed. "I _am_ glad they wanted me," she admitted frankly. "And what is this magazine affair?" asked Miss Jane. "Yes, and that's another thing," sighed Genevieve. "I can't write things. If it were only Quentina, now--she could do it!" "But you have written for the Chronicles, my dear," observed Mrs. Kennedy. "Have you given those up?" "Oh, no; we still keep them, only we have entries once a week now instead of every day. There isn't so much doing here as there was in Texas, you know." "Then you do write for that," said Miss Jane. "Oh, but _that's_ just for us," argued Genevieve. "I don't mind that. But this has got to be printed, Miss Jane--printed right out for everybody to read! If it were only Quentina, now--she'd glory in it. And--oh, Miss Jane, how I wish you could see Quentina," broke off Genevieve, suddenly. "Dear me! wouldn't she just hit on your name, though! She'd be rhyming it in no time, and have 'Miss Jane at the window-pane,' before you could turn around!" "Quite an inducement for me to know her, I'm sure," observed Miss Jane, dryly. Genevieve laughed, but she sighed again, too. "Well, anyhow, she would do it lovely--this correspondence business; but I can't, I'm sure." "What are you supposed to do?" "Why, just hand in things--anything that's of interest in my class; but I don't know _what_ to say." "Perhaps the others can help you," suggested Aunt Julia. Genevieve gave a sudden laugh. "They'd like to--some of them. Tilly's tried already. She gave me two items this noon, all written down. One was that O. B. J. had a new freckle on the left side of his nose, and the other that Bertha hadn't said 'I told you so' to-day." "Genevieve!" protested the shocked Miss Jane. "You wouldn't--" She stopped helplessly. "Oh, no, Miss Jane, I wouldn't," laughed Genevieve, merrily, as she rose from the dinner-table.