This was true, and then, as Mary had said, there was no way out. "The Merry Hearts" had dispensed with reports and motions, but their "elections" were as the laws of the Medes and Persians. So Betty put on her new furs, by way of keeping up her courage, and presented herself the next afternoon at Dr. Eaton's office. She had walked briskly across the campus, so that her cheeks were pink, her eyes sparkled, and her dimples were much in evidence, as, without giving herself time to get frightened or to think how she should begin, she knocked on Dr. Eaton's door.