my standing up with Mr. Sharp if I don't do well, too."
"Oh, don't worry, dear. Perhaps you will come out all right."
Bobby came swinging along and bumped into them. "Oh, hullo!" exclaimed she. "Say! how do you pronounce 's-t-i-n-g-y'? Heh?"
"Man or wasp?" returned Mother Wit, quickly.
Jess laughed. "You can't catch Laura with your stale jokes, Bobby," she gibed.
"That's all right; I asked for information. But you girls don't know anything. You're writing plays. That's enough to give you softening of the brain. The folks that know it all are the squabs," chuckled Boboby, referring to the freshman class. "What do you suppose one of them sprang this morning?"
"I haven't the least idea," spoke Laura.
"Why, she was asked to define the difference between instinct and intelligence, and she said: 'Instinct knows everything needed without learning it; but human beings have reason, so we have to study ourselves half blind to keep from being perfect fools!' Now, what do you know about that?"
"I believe that child was right," sighed Jess. "If I only had instinct I wouldn't have to worry
