didn't come off with the alcohol was quickly covered with Dozia's powder, until the freshman was made to look even better than nature had intended she should. This fixing up was almost as hateful to Shirley as was the abominable dusting, but she kept her temper-the lesson seemed profitable already. Jane was arranging the disordered hair, and as she attempted to stroke it with a wet brush Shirley put up a detaining hand. "Please don't wet it," she begged in a whisper, and Jane stopped short with her brush raised for action. "Not wet it?" she thought quickly. "That must mean treatment, and treatment meant the forbidden beauty shop!" This girl had been visiting that shop. More danger ahead, decided Jane, as she lay down the brush and proceeded to finish the dressing dry. Judith had overheard the request and pinched Jane's arm to admit it, but a loud demand for the freshman from the group rounding up candidates saved further delay and when Shirley left Dozia's room the latter patted her affectionately. "Don't worry, dear," said Dozia, "I'll be careful not to raise too much dust next week." But her sentence was not the most serious thing in prospect for the rebel Shirley Duncan. Not even the good times prepared for the candidates served to allay the dread she struggled against, and only her natural delight in the rollicking fun, and the really fine spread served them by the juniors, helped bring the girl back to a happy frame of mind. Woe unto the freshie who shows ill will at an initiation! She may be obliged to walk in the gutter for the full first half year, or wear a baby blue ribbon under her chin! But Shirley had heeded the warnings. CHAPTER VII A QUEER MIX-UP