Ruth Denton listened to the gay chatter with shining eyes.

She had forgotten all about her shabby suit.
Presently the curly-haired little girl came over and sat down beside her, asking her if she liked college.

Ruth looked admiringly at the little girl, whose dainty gown, silk stockings and smart pumps bespoke luxury, and answered earnestly that she liked it better every day.

"You must come and see me," said the curly-haired little girl, whose name was Arline Thayer.

"We recite Livy in the same section, so we have something in common to grumble about.