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you put your p.j.'s on, Laura? Much more comfortable. Besides, nobody studies in their clothes."
    Laura couldn't think of an excuse to keep her clothes on and she got up to change, wondering if Emily just wanted to watch her undress. She performed the operation with determined casualness. Her set teeth wouldn't show, but her manner would. Emily watched her on the sly, wondering why Laura was so embarrassed and self-conscious about herself.
    "Hey, Laur, what a pretty bra!” she exclaimed spontaneously as Laura pulled it out from under her pajama shirt. “Let's see it,” said Emily reaching out a hand. Laura gave it a jerky toss.
    "Gee, nylon,” said Emmy. “They make ‘em up just like this only padded, you know,” she added. “They're terrific. Ever try “em?"
    "Palsies, you mean?” said Laura. The word struck her as mildly obscene. “Yeah"
    "No, I never did."
    "You should,” said Emmy realistically. “They're terrific, really. Nobody knows the difference. Unless you're dancing awful close,” she amended.
    "I guess my busts are kind of small,” said Laura. Emily smiled at her, wondering at the pathetic modesty that made it impossible for Laura to call the parts of her body by their right names.
    Laura's small breasts bothered her. She would fold her arms over them as much to conceal their presence as to conceal their size. She wished that they were more glamorous, more obviously there. In their present shape they seemed only an afterthought.
    She sat down with her book again when she was safely into her pajamas and Emily sat and toyed with things to say; she had made a start and she wanted to keep the communication line open. At nine o'clock she snapped her book shut and said, “How ‘bout some coffee, Laur?"
    "No thanks,” said Laura, looking up from her book.
    "Oh, come on. It won't keep you awake. We've got a big jar of Sanka.” She pulled open Beth's bottom dresser drawer and took out the jar, and Laura noted with displeasure her familiarity with Beth's things. “Come on,” she said again. “I hate to go down alone."
    Laura gave in. She followed Emily down the back stairs to the kitchen.
    "We have a coffee break almost every night,” said Emily tentatively. She lighted a cigarette and cast about for something new to say. Her perplexity made her pretty face quite appealing.
    "Say, Laur,’ she said cheerfully, “have you got a date this Saturday?” Emily was ready to be friends with Laura; she was willing to be friends with almost anybody. The best turn she could do Laura, as she saw it, was to fix her up with an acceptable male. Emmy knew dozens of them.
    "No,” said Laura doubtfully. But in pledge meeting they said something about getting me a date.” She thought with fleeting guiltiness of Charlie Ayers, and knew she would never call him; she hadn't the guts and she hadn't the desire.
    "Oh. Well, they haven't done it yet, have they?"
    "Well, no, but—"
    "Listen, Laura, there's a terrific guy I'm thinking of—a fraternity brother of Bud's. I could fix you up with him. Jim's a junior, real tall.” And she went on to describe an irresistible young man. They are always irresistible until you're face to face with them. Laura let Emmy talk her into it. She didn't know any men and it seemed a good idea to let Emmy take care of the problem.
    "Bud and I will be along the first time out,” said Emily, making plans. “It's much easier to have somebody else along for moral support.” She laughed and Laura smiled with her. What she said was true enough. It might not be so bad.
    "That sounds terrific,” she said, borrowing Emmy's favorite adjective to amplify her gratitude. “If it wouldn't be too much trouble for you."
    "Oh, Lord no,” said Emily. She set one cup into another thoughtfully and went on, “Gee, I wish I could talk Beth into going out."
    Laura was suddenly alert. She turned and looked at Emily. “Doesn't she go out?"
    "Nope. Crazy girl."
    "Not at all? Laura thought it was a requisite