Betty nodded. "Lucile Merrifield. She's a dear, and she said she didn't need me one bit, but her mother and my mother settled it that I was to come. And of course Lucile was busy with her exams. and I didn't have anything to do all day but sit around and think what a lovely summer I'd been having. And that horrid woman we stayed with thought I was the freshman and asked me right before a whole tableful of them if I was homesick--just because Lucile happens to be tall and dignified, and her hair is straight." Betty gave a vicious pull to the yellow curl that would escape from its companions and fall over her eyes.