As she sank into a deep rush chair Patty had a blurred vision of low bookcases, pictures, rugs, and polished brass thrown into soft relief by a shaded lamp which stood on the table. Before she had time to mentally shake herself and reconstruct her ideas she was gaily chatting to Miss Prescott about the probable outcome of a serial story in the magazine. Miss Prescott did not seem to wonder in the least at this unusual visit, but talked along easily on various subjects, and laughed and told stories like the humanest of human beings. Patty watched her, fascinated. "She's _pretty_," she thought to herself and she began to wonder how old she was. Never before had she associated any age whatever with Miss Prescott. She had regarded her much in the same light as a scientific truth, which exists, but is quite irrespective of time or place. She tried to recall some story that had been handed about among the girls her freshman year. She remembered vaguely that it had in it the suggestion that Miss Prescott had once been in love. At the time Patty had scoffingly repudiated the idea, but now she was half willing to believe it. Suddenly, in the midst of the conversation, the ten-o'clock bell rang, and Patty recalled her errand with a start. "I suppose," she said, "you are wondering why I came." "I was hoping," said Miss Prescott, with a smile, "that it was just to see me, without any ulterior motive." "It will be the next time--if you will let me come again; but to-night I had another reason, which I'm afraid you'll think impertinent--and," she added frankly, "I don't know just what's the best way to tell it so that you _won't_ think it impertinent." "Tell it to me any way you please, and I will try not to think so," said Miss Prescott, kindly. "Don't you think sometimes the girls can tell more of one another's ability than the instructors?" Patty asked. "I know a girl," she continued, "a freshman, who is, in some ways, the most remarkable person I have ever met. Of course I can't be sure, but I should say that she is going to be very good in English some day--so good, you know, that the college will be proud of her. Well, this girl has flunked such a lot that I am afraid she is in danger of being sent home, and the college simply can't afford to lose her. I don't know anything about your rules, of course, but what seems to me the easiest way is for you to give her another examination in geometry immediately,--she really knows it,--and then tell the faculty about her and urge them to give her another trial." Patty brought out this astounding request in the most matter-of-fact way possible, and the corners of Miss Prescott's mouth twitched as she asked: "Of whom are you speaking?" "Olivia Copeland." Miss Prescott's mouth grew firm, and she looked like the instructor in mathematics again.