"Oh, dear," sighed Babe, when it reached her, "I wish I could be a prod. in something! I shall never go into Dramatic Club or Clio, because Babbie's in one and Bob's in the other, and they think two of us is enough to take. I couldn't possibly get into any of the learned societies, like this one, and I'm not musical, so I can't belong to the Glee or Banjo Clubs. I've lost my class-pin, and I shan't have another till I'm an 'alum.' Besides everybody can wear the alumnæ pin, so who cares for that?" Babe's long plaint ended in a dolorous sigh.