She opened a little elegant leather-bound note-book and consulted it in a business-like manner. "I mustn't miss anyone; Miss Withrow, our president, is so particular. Let me see. You are Miss Gordon,"--she put a mark opposite the name,--"one call; Miss Mills--two calls. I shall leave her a card. Then there are Miss Brownlee and Miss Chester--they are out, I understand, but I shall leave cards so I can count them too. Now, do you know of any others in this house who should attend St. Stephen's?" Elizabeth's eyes were growing bigger every moment. This was an entirely new and original manner of comforting the lonely. Evidently Miss Kendall believed in bringing all her business ability to bear on her acts of charity. "Just what I thought they'd do," she said to herself. Then her love of mischief came to her undoing. Her long lashes drooped over her eyes. "There are my brother and his friend, Mr. MacAllister," she said with wicked intent. "Oh, I don't want young men," said Miss Kendall all unsuspicious. "There is another society for looking after them. MacAllister"--she consulted the note-book. "I think that was the name of the person who sent in another young woman's name--Turner. Is there a Miss Turner boarding here?" Elizabeth wondered what in the world Charles Stuart had to do with it, as she ran over the list of boarders in her mind. "I can't remember anyone of that name," she answered. "Oh, well, never mind. I have enough, anyway," said the visitor with a relieved sigh. She dropped the little book into her hand-bag and closed it with a snap. Then she looked about her as if trying to find something to talk about. Elizabeth sat mischievously silent and waited. The caller seemed to get little inspiration from the furniture. "I was sent to call by our Guild, of course," she remarked again, as though she felt it necessary to account for her presence. "How nice of them," murmured Elizabeth. "Do you do much of this sort of work, Miss Kendall?" "No, this is my first attempt, but I think I have taken it up pretty thoroughly. It comes rather heavy on one who has so many social duties as I have, but of course one does not expect these church calls returned." "Oh," said Elizabeth demurely, "I thought one always returned calls." "Oh, not necessarily, I assure you," the lady remarked rather hastily. "You see, I never received a church call before," said Elizabeth meekly. The visitor looked at her a moment almost suspiciously, but the air of childlike innocence was disarming. There was another long silence, while Elizabeth sat with folded hands and vowed that if the church-caller didn't speak before the clock struck twelve neither would she. She was wickedly hoping she was uncomfortable. Miss Kendall seemed to suddenly note some incongruity between Elizabeth's fashionable attire and the life of a student. She looked more like a milliner or dressmaker, she decided. "Do you study very hard?" she inquired at last.