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She expected an outburst, she expected a laugh, she expected anything but the vaguely impatient, vaguely something-else reply: "Oh, very well. I hadn't expected to have to buy one of those uniforms."

"Well,

At that moment, Miss Quinn went that one step further that committed her to the situation. if there's anything I can help you with..."

"No, thank you. I shall be quite able." student arose, thanked her, and left.

The

Miss Quinn was left in a rather stunned condition. Try as she might, and she could think of little else for the rest of the day, she could make little sense of the boy's answer. Nor could her roommate help her at all, rather taking especial care to remind Dorothea how she had been warned.

The next day, there was an assembly of the "probies" and Miss Quinn, while she made a routine orientation lecture, searched from one face to an- other in her audience, seeking one particular face-- and finding nothing. At the back of her mind was a nagging thought that perhaps the boy had simply viewed wearing a skirt as an unthinkable proposition and withdrawn from the school. That would be alright except that there would undoubtedly be an inquiry from his parents--correct that to parent, his mother, and--she began to see a very messy scene before the Hospital Board. By the time she finished her routine which was delivered automatically, woodenly, she was practically frantic with fear.

When the students were dismissed, she took a post by the door, examining each student closely as she passed by. The last girl left her seat and walked toward the door. Hopefully, desperately, Miss Quinn looked--and looked again.

"Is something wrong?" cerned tone.

The student asked in con-

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