"What am I going to do without you, Marjorie?" Mary Raymond's blue eyes looked suspiciously misty as she solemnly regarded her chum. "What am I going to do without you, you mean," corrected Marjorie Dean, with a wistful smile. "Please, please don't let's talk of it. I simply can't bear it." "One, two-only two more weeks now," sighed Mary. "You'll surely write to me, Marjorie?" "Of course, silly girl," returned Marjorie, patting her friend's arm affectionately. "I'll write at least once a week."