“Empty honors!” Babe’s brown eyes flashed. “Do you think honors are empty in a girl’s college? I should like to have been a star too, I can tell you. I never got a condition, but once I was warned and I had several low-grades. I was just awfully ashamed of them. I hate messing things.” Babe paused, suddenly remembering that Babbie had said vaguely that Mr. Dwight was coaching John Morton for some examinations, and that John had spoken of having work to do. “I hope I haven’t hurt your feelings,” she murmured. “Babbie said you were studying--you said--well, anyhow I never thought that maybe you’d flunked some courses. I’m sorry. Call it quits for what you said about my walk, won’t you?”