Patty turned the knob and stuck her head in. "Hello, Cathy! Are you busy?" "Of course not. Come in and talk to me." Patty shut the door and leaned with her back against it. "This isn't a social call," she announced impressively. "I've come to see you officially." "Officially?" "You're president of students, I believe?" "I believe I am," sighed Cathy; "and if the President of the United States has half as much trouble with his subjects as I have with mine, he has my sincerest sympathy." "I suppose we are a great deal of trouble," said Patty, contritely. "Trouble! My dear," said Cathy, solemnly. "I've spent the entire week running around to the different cottages making speeches to those blessed freshmen. They _won't_ hand in chapel excuses, and they _will_ run off with library books, and, altogether, they're an immoral lot." "They can afford to be; they're young," sighed Patty, enviously. "But I," she added, "am getting old, and it's time I was getting good. I've called to tell you that I've over-cut four times, and I haven't any excuse." "What are you talking about?" asked Cathy, in amazement. "Chapel excuses. I've over-cut four times,--I think it's four, though I've rather lost count,--and I haven't any excuse." "But, Patty, don't tell me that. You must have some excuse, some reason for--" "Not the shadow of one. Just stayed away because I didn't feel like going." "But you must give me _some_ reason," remonstrated Cathy, in distress, "or I'll have to report it to the committee and you'll be deprived of your privileges. You can't afford that, you know, for you're chairman of the Senior Prom." "But I didn't have any excuse, and I can't make one up," said Patty. "I will soon be thirty, and then forty, and then fifty. Do you think a woman of that age is attractive if she deals in subterfuges and evasions? Character," she added solemnly, "is a plant of slow growth, and the seeds must be planted early." Cathy looked puzzled. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said, "but I suppose you do. Anyway," she added, "I'm sorry about the chairmanship; but I'm--well, I'm sort of glad, too." She laid a hand on Patty's shoulder. "Of course I've always liked you, Patty,--everybody does,--but I don't believe I've ever appreciated you, and I'm glad to find it out before we leave college." Patty's face flushed a trifle and she drew away half sheepishly. "You'd best postpone your felicitations until to-morrow," she laughed, "for I may think of some good excuse in the night. Good-by." She was greeted in the study with a cry of welcome. "Well, Patty," said Priscilla, "I hear you've been taking a walk with the bishop. Did you tell him you'd cut chapel?" "I did; and he said he wished he might have cut, too." "She's incorrigible," sighed Georgie; "she's even been corrupting the bishop."