Would they be just the same, Betty wondered. The one thing she hated was a "fuss." It was so much easier to slide along quietly, avoiding disagreeable subjects; but was it always right? Betty had been over at the Hilton that afternoon to see Eleanor. Eleanor was trying very hard and she was making a little headway against the tide of opposition and prejudice that had overwhelmed her. Girls who didn't know her well were beginning to say that Miss Watson might be a cheat for all they knew but she most certainly wasn't a snob--she was a good deal pleasanter and more friendly than some of the ones who circulated disagreeable stories about her. This opinion was gaining ground fast. Eleanor felt its influence and it gave her the hope to go on. But she had worked very hard, she was tired and despondent, and she had just heard from home that her little step-brother was ill with scarlet fever, and that she would better not plan to come home for the Easter vacation.