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"That will be wonderful, Lucia! You will
join us, then?"

"Yes, Betty. I'm a Lyon 'Y' forever, always
provided I don't have to do too much."

"I'm not worried about that, Lucia. You see,
it doesn't take much time for meetings. We
just try to live up to a few ideals, and hear
good talks, and have fun, and do a little some-
times for poor people."

"Living up to the ideals will be the worst for
me, I'm sure," laughed Lucia. But the last gong
rang and the girls were obliged to take their
own seats, Betty thinking as she often did, how
soon Lucia had slipped into the ways and spirit
of the other girls. She was different, too; yet
considering how very unlike the life of Amer-
ican girls Lucia's had been, it showed "great
adaptability," as Mrs. Lee had called it, for her
to enter into the school life as she had.

The time between Thanksgiving and Christ-
mas flew as it always does. Betty found that
it was not such a task to be a president as she
had thought. The other officers and committees
took an interest and programs were easy to
plan with all the people they knew who could
talk to them or "do things." The leader from
the "Y.W." and Miss Street, the leader of the
group, were behind them and had ideas. The

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