“They are exclusive affairs, that is, you have to be elected by the members. But I don’t like anything that is snobbish or has ‘special privileges,’ as Father and Mother call it.”

“I suppose all ought to have a chance at improvement, but would the society be as good, and would the girls care for it as much?”

“There is something in that, too.”

“What was Miss Randolph’s idea, if she had any, Cathalina!”

Cathalina, who was walking ahead with Betty and Eloise, waited. Hilary explained and asked what Cathalina thought Miss Randolph would approve.

“She did not say anything about what sort of a society it ought to be, but I just took it for granted that it would be like the others, and you know what she said about our ‘influence.’”

“Still,” demurred Hilary, “that doesn’t mean starting a pleasant society and leaving folks out.”

“Do you think we ought to have everybody in the other?”

“That is different. Not having girls that like to be together would spoil the whole idea of our little club.”

“O, we’d never come to the end of that argument!” exclaimed Eloise. “I’m for starting a small literary society, seeing how it works, taking in a number of good students and the stronger girls to begin with and adding girls that will work later, as seems best. It will start off twice as well with somebody like Hilary for president, a good program committee and a few meetings to see how we ought to do, before we get in so many, or without taking in a lot of girls to ball it all up or elect officers from some kind that haven’t brains.”

“Sensible girl!” quoth Cathalina. “Elo’ always goes to the point.”

“You girls will all have to help us get up the constitution. I don’t know what a constitution is like,” said Hilary.

“Borrow one from one of the societies, or ask Patty. She’ll know.”

From all quarters of the campus the girls of Greycliff were moving toward the entrances of Greycliff Hall. Some were hurrying, but most of them moved with lingering steps, last bits of conversation and laughter. They were loath to leave the delightful September outdoors.

“How I hate to get at it!” groaned Isabel. “With all these beauties of nature,” she added, in her 

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