All the other rooms are so upset I knew it was of no use to apply to them." Happy that such an opportunity had come at last and that she could supply the demand, Mary examined the injured finger and began to trim a strip of plaster the required size.

At the moment of cutting herself Dorene had dropped the broken glass, but for some unaccountable reason had thrust the frame under her arm, and was holding it hugged tight to her side by her elbow.

Now as she put out her hand for Mary's inspection, she sat down on the edge of the bed, and let the frame slip from her grasp to the counterpane.

The photograph side lay uppermost, and Mary, glancing at it casually, gave an exclamation of surprise.
"Why, it's _Betty_! Betty Lewis! Do _you_ know her ?" "Well, rather!" was the emphatic answer.

"She was my crush all my Freshman year.