{{betlep120.png}} see me in the hall this morning." She gave Doris a meaning look as she said this, but her lips were pursed in an amused smile. Doris flushed. The applied color had been washed from her face before her appearance at home. "I saw you taking me in," she pertly said. "Don't you tell mother, Betty. There isn't anything wicked about 'make-up.'" "Is that what Stacia calls it?" asked Betty. "No, I don't suppose there is anything wrong; Mother never said no. It's Father and Dick that say they'll 'wash our faces' if they ever see us with any on. All the same, Mother doesn't like it." "If you didn't have any more natural color than Stacia has, you'd use it too, Betty Lee!" cried Doris, still on the defensive, though Betty had made no threat whatever. "I wonder," said Betty. "Honestly, Doris, I always feel that I want people to like the real me, not any painted up face. But I'll not speak of it to' Mother. I know you want to have your week-end and so far as I know Stacia is a good enough girl." This speech seemed to annoy Doris still further. "Oh, you think you're so smart because you're a junior! Mother has promised and I'd [[120]]