"There's just one thing----" Alice puckered her smooth forehead as she tried to settle it. "Betty," she ventured at last, "now tell me honestly, do you mind if I slur over your name and let Tom Alison think it's Ames, if he wants to? You see I had to explain that I wasn't going to take him to the concert myself, and it was a little awkward; so I told him what a fine girl he was going with,--how pretty and popular she was, and all that. It just fits you, Betty, and it does seem as if I couldn't write it all over and think of new things to say."