"It is worth trying.

But I wonder what made her say that Kathleen stood in need of a friend." After Miss Rawle had departed, armed and equipped with her newly-born independence, Patience smiled whimsically to herself as she brushed her long, fair hair, rebraided it and wound it about her head.

It was a coiffure she had recently adopted at Elfreda's suggestion, and it went far toward softening the severe outline of her face.

"I didn't come to college to play mentor to any one," she said, half aloud, "nor to give advice, for that matter.

Perhaps I should not have told Miss Rawle to stay away from Kathleen.