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one to another class, planning how to get in
her study for the next day as well as mar-
shalling her forces for the coming class. She
read a hard sentence in Cicero to Kathryn as
they walked through the hall to Miss Heath's
room. "That's the way I got it!" cried Kath-
ryn, "but it is so crazy that I wasn't sure."

"I may not have it right," said Betty, "but
I think that is what it is."

"I'll trust your reading every time," Kathryn
declared.

"Better not; but I found an old text of
Mother's that has _grand_ notes in it and I use it
along with my own. I could bring it to school
and lend it to you in study hall some time."

"Oh, don't bother. I'll ask you about any-
thing too muddly."

"I'm getting used to Cicero now."

"So am I, but it's harder than Caesar be-
cause he has a sort of argument, you know, that
you have to get."

Betty was glad that she had study hall the
last period before lunch. It was all too short,
but she concentrated and lost to all surround-
ings, "crammed" on two lessons. Latin and
Math could be acquired that evening -- no -- Chet

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