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Among the crowds of departing pupils, one
of the senior girls said to Clara Lovel, "If Betty
Lee hadn't stuck herself in to be elected presi-
dent of Lyon 'Y', you would be going home
with Lucia, Clara!"

But Marcella Waite, who happened to be with
the girls, knew the folly of such a statement.
"It isn't just a Lyon 'Y' affair, Bess," she said.
"Betty's going to stay the week-end. Her
father is in the Murchison business and he and
Betty met the boat the countess came in on at
New York. Besides, Lucia doesn't need any
one to help her get ready to entertain. They
have all the help they want, butler, maids and
all the rest of it."

"Well, you may be glad you aren't in the
group this year, Marcella," said Clara, "with a
junior for president!"

Of this interchange Betty was blissfully un-
conscious as she was whirled away in the same
dark crimson or wine-colored car that Betty had
first entered on the morning when she accom-
panied the countess and her daughter to school,
at Lucia's entrance there. Leaning back lux-
uriously in the soft seat, by Lucia, Betty dis-
missed all cares of school and lessons for the
time being. It was all planned. She and Lucia
would finish getting Monday's lesson that

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