“Wait a minute,” demanded Bobbie, stopping short, “do you mean to say, Miss Allen—­”

“Jane—­”

“All right,” with a smile.  “Do you mean to say, Jane, that the dean would ever understand and condone all this?”

“What are deans for?” asked Jane, the miracle worker.  “I’m just wild over the whole thing and daddy will want to adopt you both.  It is simply thrilling!  You have doubled the value of the scholarship.”

“But if we did come back and the girls knew it?  Our change of names?” queried the real Shirley, apprehensively.

“Don’t you see how simple it is?  We will just explain that you exchanged identities to try out how one girl could work on another girl’s reputation.  That you both intended to go back to your real selves at the half year—­”

“So we did,” declared Bobbie.  “Shirley was to be transferred to Breslin and I expected to—­withdraw.”

“But you don’t want to?”

“No,” hesitating, “but I can’t see—­”

“I can.  The whole thing is a wonderful story and when we give the girls the one fact, that you simply exchanged places for a lark, and then didn’t know how to get out of it, that will be enough for them.  Come along there, Firefly, meet my two college chums.  And now, Bobbie, talk to him once in a while, so he will remember you when you dash over the hills of Montana.”

“Sort of—­fairy story,” breathed Shirley, a little tragically.

“And Teddy is your brother?” asked Jane.  “However did he keep the lark up at the dance?”

“He thought it was only a lark,” replied his sister.

“And so it was,” suddenly declared Bobbie.  “Jane Allen has made it so and I’m for a full A.B. course at old Wellington!  Let gossips do their worst,” and she capered ahead to the playful clip-clap of Firefly, every step indicating the relief she was experiencing.

“If Bobbie feels that way I am sure I should not hold out,” relented Shirley.  “In fact, both Ted and I have our own incomes now.  We only had to wait for an adjustment, but at the time we were simply panic-stricken.  I wanted to pay Bobbie back last month, but have not succeeded in getting her to take the money as yet.”

“I think it is all perfectly delicious!” declared Jane.  “Won’t Judy and Dozia just howl?  Of course no one need know about the loan.  That is purely a personal matter.” (More miracles.)

“Jane,” called back Bobbie, “don’t you remember how you used to question that name Shirley?  Didn’t seem to think it fitted me.  Well, you see how you were right.  I should have been plain old-fashioned country Sarah.”

“Nevertheless,” insisted Jane, “you have proven how well you can act.  Take care we don’t cast you for a leading role in some of our masquerades!”

They turned into the campus again, happy in their new-found security, for what Jane undertook she was sure to accomplish, and even this complication melted away into a fascinating story under her skillful guidance.