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"We can get into your wonderful societies after midyears, if we're brainy enough. I'd forgotten all about them." "Then I'll wager you're about the only sophomore who hasn't thought of them occasionally this fall," announced Mary. "And now I'm ready for some candy." "Tell us how to go to work to get into those societies, can't you?" asked Bob from her place beside the salad bowl.

"It's a perfect shame," she went on hastily. "You don't feel half so bad about it as we do." Ted stared incredulously. "Don't I? I say, Barbara, did you know there was a girl in last year's cast who had had a condition at midyears? She kept still and somehow it wasn't reported to Miss Stuart until very late, and by that time it would have made a lot of trouble to take her out.

Don't you wish we could have it all over again, except the midyears and the papers for English novelists." "Good-bye!" "Good-bye!" "Good-bye!" But these weren't the good-byes that came hardest; those would be said later in the dear, dismantled rooms or at the station, for very close friends would arrange to meet again there.

Betty and Madeline went to their class meeting on the following afternoon very much as a trembling freshman goes to her first midyears, but nothing disastrous happened. "I fancy that Jean has taken more than Eleanor and me into her confidence," Madeline whispered.

19 took its senior midyears gaily and quite as a matter of course, lectured its underclass friends on the evils of cramming, and kept up its spirits by going coasting with Billy Henderson, Professor Henderson's ten-year-old son, who had admired college girls ever since he found that Bob Parker could beat him at steering a double-runner.

"Why, I'm busy," said Eleanor, shortly. "Didn't you know that it's less than a week to midyears?" "But all this term " protested Betty, wishing she had said nothing, yet reluctant now to let the opportunity slip through her hands. "Well, to tell the truth," broke in Eleanor, impatiently, "our interests are different, Betty, they have been from the first. You like to be friends with everybody.

But why did you ask me if I could write a play, Emma?" "Marian Cummings gave a spread the other night to all the seniors on the campus who weren't lucky enough to get away from Overton for Thanksgiving. We were talking about what the senior class might do in the way of stunts, and some one proposed that we ought to give a play after midyears.

"She hasn't seemed quite so gay lately that probably means warnings from her beloved instructors at midyears. It must be awfully hard work to keep up the freshman grind with everybody under the sun asking you to do things. Georgia hates to snub people, so she goes even when she'd rather stay at home. Twice lately I've met her out walking with the Blunderbuss.

The green lizard had no suggestions to offer, so Betty put on her new kimono with butterflies in the border and a bewitching pink sash it was real Japanese and the envy of all her friends and prepared to spend the evening cramming for her history exam, with Nita Reese. Midyears were safely over, and schedules for the new term more or less satisfactorily arranged.

A pale twinkling blueness sifts over distant vistas. The sky whitens in the south and points of light leap up to the eye as the wind turns a loaded branch. A certain seriousness of demeanour is noticeable on the generally unfurrowed brows of student friends. Midyears are on and one sees them walking, freighted with precious and perishable erudition, toward the halls of trial.