"I am so afraid Nance will be changed," sighed Molly as she put the finishing touches to the room her old friend was to occupy. "I'll wager anything she is the same old Nance Oldham," insisted Professor Green, obediently mounting the ladder to hang the last snowy curtain at the broad, deep window in the guest chamber overlooking the campus. "I think she is the kind of girl who will always be the same. Is that straight?"