"Oh, he has a private one in his back pocket. Borrow that. And, Pris,"--Patty called after her over the transom,--"just tell him to send up a man to take that closet door off its hinges." Patty, in the interval, sat down on the top step and surveyed the chaos beneath her. An Oriental rush chair, very much out at the elbows, several miscellaneous chairs, two desks, a divan, a table, and two dry-goods boxes radiated from the center of the room. The floor, as it showed through the interstices, was covered with a grass-green carpet, while the curtains and hangings were of a not very subdued crimson. "One would scarcely," Patty remarked to the furniture in general, "call it a symphony in color." A knock sounded on the door. "Come in," she called. A girl in a blue linen sailor-suit reaching to her ankles, and with a braid of hair hanging down her back, appeared in the doorway. Patty examined her in silence. The girl's eyes traveled around the room in some surprise, and finally reached the top of the ladder. "I--I'm a freshman," she began. "My dear," murmured Patty, in a deprecatory tone, "I should have taken you for a senior; but"--with a wave of her hand toward the nearest dry-goods box--"come in and sit down. I need your advice. Now, there are shades of green," she went on, as if continuing a conversation, "which are not so bad with red; but I ask you frankly if _that_ shade of green would go with anything?" The freshman looked at Patty, and looked at the carpet, and smiled dubiously. "No," she admitted; "I don't believe it would." "I knew you would say that!" exclaimed Patty, in a tone of relief. "Now what would you advise us to do with the carpet?" The freshman looked blank. "I--I don't know, unless you take it up," she stammered. "The very thing!" said Patty. "I wonder we hadn't thought of it before." Priscilla reappeared at this point with the announcement, "Peters is the most suspicious man I ever knew!" But she stopped uncertainly as she caught sight of the freshman. "Priscilla," said Patty, severely, "I _hope_ you didn't divulge the fact that we are hanging the walls with tapestry"--this with a wave of her hand toward the printed cotton cloth dangling from the molding. "I tried not to," said Priscilla, guiltily, "but he read 'tapestry' in my eyes. He had no sooner looked at me than he said, 'See here, miss; you know it's against the rules to hang curtains on the walls, and you mustn't put nails in the plastering, and I don't believe you need a hammer anyway.'" "Disgusting creature!" said Patty. "But," continued Priscilla, hastily, "I stopped and borrowed Georgie Merriles's hammer on my way back. Oh, I forgot," she added; "he says we can't take the closet door off its hinges--that as soon as we get ours off five hundred other young ladies will be wanting theirs off, and that it would take half a dozen men all summer to put them back again."