Alison swallowed the lump in her throat and said nothing. Wait--yes--but then she could not go on with her class--with Polly and Evelyn and Joan and the rest. And next year they would be Sophomores--and the fun and study would go on, and she would not be there; she would be out of it all. No other girls would be just the same as those girls, her chums of the Freshman year. And then she asked her one despairing question: