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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Marjorie Dean College Freshman + +Author: Pauline Lester + +Release Date: July 25, 2011 [EBook #36851] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK MARJORIE DEAN COLLEGE FRESHMAN *** + + + + +Produced by Roger Frank, Katherine Ward, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='i001' id='i001'></a> +<img src="images/illus-fpc.jpg" alt="The next day’s recitations hastily prepared, the Lookouts had gathered in Ronny’s room for a spread." title=""/><br /> +<span class='caption'>The next day’s recitations hastily prepared, the Lookouts<br/>had gathered in Ronny’s room for a spread.</span> +</div> +<p> + <br /> + <br /> + <br /> +</p> +<div class='center'> +<p><span style='font-size:1.4em;font-weight:bold;'>MARJORIE DEAN</span></p> +<p><span style='font-size:1.4em;font-weight:bold;'>COLLEGE FRESHMAN</span></p> +<p> </p> +<p><span style='font-size:1.2em;'>BY PAULINE LESTER</span></p> +<p> </p> +<p><span style='font-size:smaller;'>AUTHOR OF</span></p> +<p>“Marjorie Dean, College Sophomore,” “Marjorie Dean,</p> +<p>College Junior,” “Marjorie Dean, College Senior,”</p> +<p>and</p> +<p>The Marjorie Dean High School Series</p> +</div> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='i002' id='i002'></a> +<img src='images/illus-emb.jpg' alt='' title=''/><br /> +</div> +<div class='center'> +<p>A. L. BURT COMPANY</p> +<p>Publishers New York</p> +</div> +<p> + <br /> + <br /> + <br /> +</p> +<div class='center'> +<p>THE</p> +<p>Marjorie Dean College Series</p> +<p>A Series of Stories for Girls 12 to 18 Years of Age</p> +<p> </p> +<p>By PAULINE LESTER</p> +<p> </p> +<p>Marjorie Dean, College Freshman</p> +<p>Marjorie Dean, College Sophomore</p> +<p>Marjorie Dean, College Junior</p> +<p>Marjorie Dean, College Senior</p> +<p> </p> +<p>Copyright, 1922</p> +<p>By A. L. BURT COMPANY</p> +<p> </p> +<p>MARJORIE DEAN, COLLEGE FRESHMAN</p> +<p>Made in “U. S. A.”</p> +</div> +<p> + <br /> + <br /> + <br /> +</p> +<h1>MARJORIE DEAN, COLLEGE FRESHMAN</h1> +<h2><a name='chI' id='chI'></a>CHAPTER I.—A LONELY LOOKOUT.</h2> +<p> +“Oh, dear! I wish Jerry would come home! I +want to see her! I’ve always missed her terribly +during vacations, but this summer I’ve missed her +more than ever. I’m simply starved for a sight of +her dear jolly face! Here it is, the twenty-fourth +of August, and no Jerry Jeremiah Geraldine Macy!” +</p> +<p> +Marjorie Dean had addressed this little series of +wistful remarks to no one in particular. She stood +at one of the long French windows of the living +room, her nose flattened against the pane, little-girl +fashion, watching a very wet outdoors. All morning, +the rain had been beating down with a sullen +persistency which Marjorie found distinctly disheartening. +She was as near to having a case of the +blues as was possible to one of her care-free, buoyant +nature. Wet weather did not often interfere +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_1'></a>1</span> +with her happiness. Given her particular girl +friends within telephone call and she could discount +a rainy day. +</p> +<p> +Today she was without that source of entertainment +and consolation. None of her chums had +returned to Sanford from their summer outings. +Susan Atwell, Irma Linton, Muriel Harding, Constance +Stevens, Jerry Macy—all were missing from +the town into which Marjorie had come, a stranger, +but of which she now was, to use her own expression, +“a regular citizen.” +</p> +<p> +Marjorie’s thoughts were dwelling on her absent +schoolmates as she pensively watched the rain. She +wondered if, wherever they were, they were penned +in by the rain too. It seemed rather queer to her +that she should be the only one of the sextette of +girls, who had founded the Lookout Club, to be +spending the summer in Sanford. She was not a +real Sanfordite by birth. With the exception of +Constance Stevens, the others claimed Sanford as +their native town. +</p> +<p> +Readers of the “<span class='sc'>Marjorie Dean High School +Series</span>” have already an acquaintance with Marjorie +Dean, and have followed her course as a student +at Sanford High School. They have seen her +through both sad and happy days, the events of +which have been chronicled in “<span class='sc'>Marjorie Dean, +High School Freshman</span>,” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_2'></a>2</span> +“<span class='sc'>Marjorie Dean, High School Sophomore</span>,” “<span class='sc'>Marjorie Dean, +High School Junior</span>,” and “<span class='sc'>Marjorie Dean, +High School Senior</span>.” +</p> +<p> +“There goes that old mail carrier and he isn’t +going to stop here!” This time Marjorie’s tones +were not wistful. Their disgusted energy indicated +her patent disappointment. Her red lips drooped +in dejection as she saw the unfeeling object of her +hopeful anticipation plod stolidly past the gate without +so much as a glance at the mailbox at the foot +of the driveway. +</p> +<p> +“Not one single solitary letter,” mourned the +watcher. “Why doesn’t Jerry write?” +</p> +<p> +“When did you hear from Jerry last, Lieutenant?” +Mrs. Dean had entered the room in time to +hear Marjorie’s plaint. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, Captain, I’m <em>so</em> glad you came to the rescue! +I was <em>so</em> lonely! You asked me when last I +heard from Jerry. Why, it’s almost two weeks. +She wrote me it was awfully hot at the beach and—Are +you going to stay here awhile and talk to me, +Captain?” +</p> +<p> +Marjorie interrupted herself with this question. +Her downcast face had begun to brighten. +</p> +<p> +“If you are,” she continued, “I’ll run up to my +house and get Jerry’s last letter. I’d love to read it +to you.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_3'></a>3</span> +</p> +<p> +“I’ll oblige you by staying awhile.” Mrs. Dean +sat down in her own particular wicker rocker, her +eyes resting fondly on Marjorie. +</p> +<p> +“You’re a dear. Be back in a minute.” A rush +of light feet on the stairs proclaimed that Marjorie +had gone to her “house,” as she chose to call her +pretty pink and white room, for her letter. +</p> +<p> +“I can’t find it,” presently announced a disappointed +voice from above stairs. “Have you seen a +square gray envelope with large writing on it anywhere +in the living room, Captain?” +</p> +<p> +“I am looking straight at one now,” came the +reassuring information. “You left it on the mantelpiece, +Lieutenant.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, thank you.” A moment and Marjorie was +heard making a vigorous descent of the stairs. +</p> +<p> +“I came down stairs at a positive gallop,” she said +lightly, as she crossed the room and secured her +letter. “I was afraid I had left it in the table +drawer in the pagoda. If I had, that would have +meant a wading trip for me. I suppose I’d have +gone after it, but I am glad it’s here.” +</p> +<p> +“You are overflowing with repressed energy, +Marjorie,” Mrs. Dean said, looking a trifle anxious. +“I wonder if a quiet summer at home has really +been best for you. While there is no place I know +more comfortable than our own home, the change +would have been beneficial to you. I believe we +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_4'></a>4</span> +should have spent, at least, two weeks at the beach +or in the mountains.” +</p> +<p> +“Please don’t feel that you haven’t done the very +best for me, Captain!” was Marjorie’s instant response. +“You know it was my fault that we didn’t +go away this vacation. I said I had rather stay at +home. We didn’t care to go anywhere for an outing +without General, and, so long as he couldn’t be +with us, we decided that home was nicest. That’s +the way things were. How can you say you were +to blame?” +</p> +<p> +Marjorie was hanging over her mother’s chair +now, soft hands patting the face she loved most in +the world. +</p> +<p> +“I wanted particularly to be at home this summer +on account of my going to college in the fall. Ever +since we came to Sanford to live I have had one +long succession of good times. Most of them have +taken me away from you. If I had a party, then I +had to be with my guests. If I was invited to one, +that took me away from you.” +</p> +<p> +“But my own dear lieutenant, your captain +wished you to have these good times with your +school friends,” reasoned her mother. “I could +hardly expect to keep you tied to my apron string.” +</p> +<p> +“I know you have been the most unselfish +mother in the whole world,” stoutly asserted Marjorie. +“I know I haven’t appreciated you half so +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_5'></a>5</span> +highly as I ought. It all comes over me now just +because it is growing nearer the time to go to college. +I can’t bear to think about it.” +</p> +<p> +The merry light had faded from Marjorie’s +features. Her lips had begun to quiver. Her two +hands dropped inert to her captain’s shoulders and +rested there. She had no words for all that was in +her heart. +</p> +<p> +Leaving her captain to go to Hamilton College +was bound to be the greatest cross Marjorie had, +thus far in her happy young life, been called upon +to bear. She always missed her general keenly when +he went away on long business trips. This in the +warm shelter of her mother’s devotion. But to part +from Captain! Not to see her every day; not to +hear her beloved voice! Marjorie sometimes tried to +dwell on this sad feature of entering college. She +found it unendurable and frequently entertained the +desperate wish that her parents might suddenly discover +that they could not afford to send her to college. +That would be a legitimate excuse for staying +at home. +</p> +<p> +A brief interval of silence followed her woeful +declaration. It was broken by a stifled sob. The +little lieutenant had struggled hard to keep back her +tears, but had failed. Without a word she bundled +herself in to her mother’s arms. Heavy showers +were due to fall indoors as well as out. +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_6'></a>6</span><a name='chII' id='chII'></a>CHAPTER II.—A TALK WITH CAPTAIN AND A SURPRISE.</h2> +<p> +Presently clearance came. With a long sigh, +Marjorie raised her head. She was just in time to +see her mother wiping her own eyes and making a +valiant effort to smile. It pulled the little lieutenant +together as nothing else could have done. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, Captain, forgive me!” she cried out in contrition. +It was unusual to see tears in her mother’s +soft eyes. “I’m a nice kind of soldier!” +</p> +<p> +“No harm done,” was the tender response. “This +little tear shower was bound to fall, sooner or later. +I am all right now.” Her mother’s wavering smile +steadied itself. +</p> +<p> +“I’ve tried to keep away from the sad side of +going away to college,” Marjorie said somberly, +“but how many girls are there who have the dear +beautiful home life that I have? And this summer +alone with you! It’s been great happiness and sadness +all jumbled together. Every once in awhile +when I am very happy, I suddenly remember that +there’s a shadow. I have to stop for a minute to +think what it is. Then I know—I am going away +from my captain before long.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_7'></a>7</span> +</p> +<p> +“You must also stop to remember that you can’t +go through life only half educated,” practically reminded +Mrs. Dean, with a view toward lightening +the lieutenant’s pessimistic views. “At least, General +and I do not propose that you shall. Suppose +you wished more than all else to go through college +and we could not afford to send you? That would +really be a case for lamentation.” +</p> +<p> +“I’ve thought of all that,” Marjorie returned +soberly. “I know it is splendid that I have the +opportunity. I am thankful for all my benefits, +truly I am. I ought to be glad I haven’t Lucy +Warner’s problem to solve.” +</p> +<p> +“I don’t believe either General or I could truly +accuse you of being ungrateful.” Mrs. Dean smiled +down upon the flushed face so near her own. “Do +you think Lucy Warner will try to enter Hamilton +College this fall?” She asked this question with a +double object in view. First, to take Marjorie’s +mind off herself. While on the subject of college, +she wished also to draw from Marjorie, if possible, +Lucy’s present attitude toward the world in general. +When, occasionally, Marjorie had entertained Lucy +at the house that summer at luncheon or dinner, +Mrs. Dean had accorded her the same friendly courtesy +she would have extended to Jerry or Muriel. +She had never quite forgiven Lucy for the unhappiness +she had caused Marjorie during both her +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_8'></a>8</span> +junior and senior years at high school. She had +not yet come to a point where she could repose faith +in the odd, green-eyed girl of whom Marjorie had +grown so fond. +</p> +<p> +“She would like to, but she is worried about the +expenses. They are so high at Hamilton.” Marjorie’s +face clouded momentarily. “She could draw +whatever sum of money she needs from the Lookouts’ +treasury, but she won’t. I may tell you, Captain, +but no one else—Lucy feels dreadfully yet, +over that misunderstanding we had last year. She +blames herself for not having believed in me. She +says the other girls would not have doubted me, and +she had no right to be so hard on me. She thinks +she isn’t worthy of help from the club. She told +me this, privately, because she felt it was my right +to know.” +</p> +<p> +Mrs. Dean’s long-harbored sense of injury against +Lucy Warner took sudden flight. She understood +at last the peculiar girl’s innate honesty of character, +and could not do else than respect her for her drastic +stand. +</p> +<p> +“Lucy feels afraid she may not find any kind of +work at Hamilton to help her out with her personal +expenses,” Marjorie continued. “She can tutor in +either Latin or mathematics. She has saved nearly +two hundred dollars from her work last year and +this summer. If she should enter Hamilton this fall +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_9'></a>9</span> +her mother will do practical nursing. Then she will +be earning quite a good deal of money and she +won’t be so lonely. That’s the way things are with +Lucy. I wish she would enter college with the rest +of us. It would be easier for her and nice for us +to be freshmen together.” +</p> +<p> +“Would Lucy accept financial help from you? +You may offer it to her if you think best, Lieutenant.” +Mrs. Dean’s generous proposal arose from a +relieved mind. She could make it with absolute +freedom of spirit. +</p> +<p> +“No, Captain. I am the last one Lucy would +allow to help her. If Ronny were here she might +be able to make Lucy see things in the right light. +Ronny is the only one, I feel sure, who could convince +her. She would not give up until she had. +But goodness knows when we shall see Ronny +again!” +</p> +<p> +An anxious little pucker appeared between Marjorie’s +brows. Not since the first of July had she +heard word from Veronica Lynne, Miss Archer’s +God-child. Ronny had left Sanford a few days +after Commencement, and had written her a lengthy +train letter, en route for California. This Marjorie +had answered, using a San Francisco address +Ronny had given her. For one reason or another, +Ronny had not replied to it. +</p> +<p> +“I wish Ronny would write me,” she said. “She +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_10'></a>10</span> +promised me she’d write <em>me</em> if she didn’t write anyone +else. I know she will keep her word; but +when?” +</p> +<p> +During their confidential talk, Marjorie had +remained seated on her mother’s lap. Tardy recollection +that she was altogether too heavy for comfort +brought her to her feet. +</p> +<p> +“Poor, dear Captain!” she exclaimed. “You +can’t help but be tired from holding a great, heavy +elephant like me! We had so much to talk about. +I forgot everything except how nice it was to snuggle +close to you and be comforted. That’s the very +hardest part of being away from you. I won’t have +my superior officers near by to report to.” +</p> +<p> +“You will have to tuck your reports away in +your mind and have a reporting session when you +come home on your vacations,” her mother suggested. +</p> +<p> +“Yes; and I promise you, Captain, that all my +vacations will be spent with <em>you</em>.” Marjorie pointed +an emphatic finger at her mother. “I’ll never desert +my Captain and my General when I have a furlough. +No, sir!” +</p> +<p> +“I think I shall hold you to that promise, Lieutenant. +You have made it of your own accord. I +would rather have it a free will promise. You will +be away the greater part of the year. Those precious +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_11'></a>11</span> +vacations belong to us. I know General feels +the same.” +</p> +<p> +“I wish you both to be very stingy of me. Then +I shall be sure you love me a lot,” Marjorie replied +with playful emphasis. She no longer felt like crying. +While outdoors the rain continued to beat +down; indoors the sun had broken through the +clouds. +</p> +<p> +“Once, oh, very long ago, you spoke of reading +me Jerry’s letter,” Mrs. Dean presently reminded. +“Then the rain descended and the floods came, +and——” +</p> +<p> +“We forgot all about it,” supplemented Marjorie. +“All right, my dearest Captain, I will proceed to +read it to you this minute.” This time she picked +it up from the floor. It had dropped from her hand +when she had briefly descended into the valley of +woe. Settling herself in an easy chair, she unfolded +the letter and promptly began: +</p> +<p> +“‘<span class='sc'>Magnificent Marjoram</span>: +</p> +<p> +“‘I want to go home! It is hot here. This part +of the globe is getting ready to burn down. The +beach is hot; the hotel is hotter and the sun is hottest. +It was nice and cool here until about a week +ago. Then the sun came rambling along and +started to smile. After that he beamed. Now he is +on the job all day with a broad grin. Maybe we +don’t notice it! Still our family love to linger in +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_12'></a>12</span> +this hot berg. Hal hates to give up the bathing. +Mother and Father are deep in a series of old-fashioned +whist. They meet the same friends here each +year, and they always play whist. They are anxious +to stay for the last game in the series. +</p> +<p> +“‘I’m the only one who longs for home. I +offered to go home by myself and keep Lonesome +Hall. Mother said, “Nay, nay!” I pleaded that you +would feed and nourish me and let me sleep in your +garage until she came home. That didn’t go. Here +I languish while some of the Macys swim in the +surf and others of them hold up a hand at whist. +</p> +<p> +“‘Everyone at Severn Beach is growling about +the heat. It has never been like this before. While +I’m sitting squarely in front of an electric fan, I’m +moderately cool. The minute I move off from it, +I’m wilted. The last leaf of the last rose of summer +was beautiful as compared to me at the end of +a perfect day down here. +</p> +<p> +“‘Next year, we are going to the mountains. I +don’t know which mountains the folks intend to put +up on, but I know where Jeremiah is going. I’m +going straight to the top of Mount Everest, which +our good old geography used to inform us was the +highest peak on earth. Five miles high! Think of +it! I shall go clear to the top and roost there all +summer. I shall have my meals brought up to me +three times a day. That means five miles per meal +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_13'></a>13</span> +for somebody. I certainly shall not go after them +myself. It will be a wonderful vacation! So restful! +Tell you more about it when I see you. You +may go along if you happen to need perfect peace +and rest. +</p> +<p> +“‘Oh, Marjorie, I am so anxious to see you and +talk my head off! There isn’t a single girl at the +beach this year that amounts to a handful of popcorn. +They are so terribly grown-up and foolish; +idiotic I might better say. They make eyes at poor +old Hal and he gets so wrathy. Every time he sees +one coming towards him, when he is down on the +main veranda, you ought to see him arise and vanish. +Sometimes, when he gets so disgusted he has +to talk, he comes around and tells me how silly he +thinks they are. Then, to tease him, I tell him he +shouldn’t be so beautiful. You ought to hear him +rave. If there is anything he hates it is to be called +“beautiful.” +</p> +<p> +“‘By the way, how are you enjoying this letter? +Great, isn’t it? I am trying to tell you all the news, +only there is none to tell. Oh, I almost forgot. I +must tell you of the lovely walk I had one day last +week. I came in from bathing one morning and +thought I would take a walk around the town. It +had been raining early in the morning and then had +grown quite cool for this furnace. +</p> +<p> +“‘I dressed up in a new white pongee suit, which +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_14'></a>14</span> +is very becoming to Jeremiah, and I wore my best +round white hemp hat. It is imported and cost +money. +</p> +<p> +“‘I started out and walked briskly up one avenue +and briskly down another. Fast walking is supposed +to be good exercise for people who weigh one +hundred and forty pounds, when they are hoping +to weigh one twenty-five. I won’t speak of myself. +The streets of this town were paved just after paving +was invented, as an advertisement, I suspect, +and they have never been touched since. With this +explanation, as Miss Flint was fond of remarking, +I will proceed with my story. +</p> +<p> +“‘I was about half way across one of these +ancient, hobblety-gobble outrages, when I came to +grief. My feet slipped on a slimy brick and I +landed flat on my back in a puddle of dirty water. +I hit my poor head an awful bang. I’m speaking +of myself all right enough now. I was so mad I +couldn’t think of anything to say. All my choicest +slang flew away when I whacked my head. My +nice round hemp hat was saved a ducking. It +jumped off my head and almost across the street. +Some little jumper, that hat! An obliging breeze +caught it, and it scuttled off around the corner and +would have been home ahead of me if it hadn’t collided +with a horse block. It sat down with a flop +and waited for me. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_15'></a>15</span> +</p> +<p> +“‘The spectators to Jeremiah’s fall were three +children, a horse, and an old green and yellow parrot. +The kiddies weren’t impressed, but the parrot +yelled and ha-ha-ed and enjoyed himself a whole +lot. He was in a cage hung on a porch right near +where I fell. I don’t know what the horse thought. +He behaved like a gentleman, though. He didn’t +either rubber or laugh. That’s more than I can say +of the other witnesses to my disaster. +</p> +<p> +“‘But, on with my narrative. I’ll leave you to +imagine how I looked. My white pongee suit was +no longer suitable. It was a disgrace to the noble +house of Macy. I had to get home, just the same, +so I faced about and hit up a pace for the hotel. I +had gone about two blocks when I met a jitney. I +never enjoyed meeting anyone so much before as +that jitney man. Of course the hotel verandas were +full of people. It was just before luncheon and +folks were sitting around, hopefully waiting for the +dining rooms to open. +</p> +<p> +“‘Fortunately it was my back that had suffered +injury from the mud. I gave one look to see who +was behind me. There was no one but an old man +in a wheel chair and a couple of spoons. They were +so busy beaming on each other that I was a blank +to them. I made a dash for the side entrance to the +hotel and caught the elevator going up. I went +with it. Thus ends the tale of Jeremiah’s fateful +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_16'></a>16</span> +walk. Thus ends my news also. When you hear +from me again, it will probably be in person. I +shall hit the trail for Sanford, first chance I have. +I must stop now and go to dinner. I send you the +faithful devotion of a loyal Lookout. That is no +mean little dab of affection. Remember me to your +mother and pat Ruffle for me. Now that I’m ending +this letter, I can think of a lot of things to tell +you. Oh, well, I’ll write ’em another day or else +say ’em. +</p> +<p style='text-align:right; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;'>“‘Lovingly your friend,</p> +<p style='text-align:right; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;'>“‘<span class='sc'>Jerry Macy</span>.’”</p> +<p> +Marjorie had stopped reading to laugh more than +once at Jerry’s droll phrasing. “Isn’t Jerry funny, +Mother?” she exclaimed. “Hal is funny, too. Still +he isn’t so funny as Jerry. I think——” +</p> +<p> +Whatever Marjorie might have further said regarding +Jerry’s letter remained unspoken. Her +gaze chancing to travel to a window, she sprang to +her feet with an exclamation of surprise. Next she +ran to the window and peered curiously out. A +taxicab from the station had stopped before the +gate. From the house it was not easy to distinguish, +through the driving rain, the identity of the +solitary fare, for whom the driver had left his +machine to open the gate. It was a slim girlish +figure, too slender to be Jerry. Through the mist +Marjorie caught the smart lines of a navy blue rain +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_17'></a>17</span> +coat, buttoned to the chin and a gleam of bright +hair under a tight-lined blue hat. +</p> +<p> +Could it be? Marjorie’s heart began a tattoo of +joy. It didn’t seem possible—yet the blue-clad +figure, making for the house at a run, was unmistakable. +</p> +<p> +“Captain, it’s Ronny!” she shrieked in a high +jubilant treble. “She just got out of a taxicab and +she’s here!” +</p> +<p> +Without stopping to make further explanation, +Marjorie rushed to the front door to welcome the +last person she had expected to see on that stormy +morning, Veronica Lynne. +</p> +<h2><a name='chIII' id='chIII'></a>CHAPTER III.—THE REAL RONNY.</h2> +<p> +“Ronny Lynne, who would have expected to +see you?” rejoiced Marjorie. “I can’t believe my +own eyes.” Two welcoming arms embraced the +beloved visitor, regardless of her dripping rain +coat. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, I know I’m the great unexpected,” laughed +Veronica, warmly returning Marjorie’s embrace. +“Now break away, reckless child, before you are +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_18'></a>18</span> +quite as wet as I. See what you get for hugging +a rushing rivulet. Oh, Marjorie Dean, but I’m glad +to see you! I can’t begin to tell you how much I +have missed you. I received your letter and meant +to answer at once. Then I——” +</p> +<p> +Veronica broke off in her abrupt fashion. This +time it was to greet Mrs. Dean, who, after leaving +the two girls together during the first enthusiasm +of meeting had now come forward to welcome +Ronny. +</p> +<p> +“A bad day for traveling, but a happy one for +us,” she said, as she affectionately kissed Miss +Archer’s God-child. “Help Ronny out of that wet +rain coat, Lieutenant. Better go straight upstairs +with Marjorie, Veronica. She will soon make you +comfortable with one of her negligees and house +slippers. I will bring you a cup of consommé. I +know you must be hungry.” +</p> +<p> +“I am hungry, and I would love to dress up in +some of Marjorie’s clothes,” Ronny made reply. +Marjorie was already busy undoing the buttons of +her friend’s coat. +</p> +<p> +“Come right along upstairs then,” Marjorie invited. +“I’ll soon have you fixed all nice and comfy. +I am so happy, Ronny. I’ve been thinking of you +as away off in California, and here you have been +hustling across the continent to visit me.” +</p> +<p> +“And all the time I have been congratulating +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_19'></a>19</span> +myself on the blessed fact that I would really have +a chance to be chummy with you when I finally +arrived,” exulted Ronny, as she ran lightly up the +wide open staircase behind her hostess. Mrs. Dean +had already hurried kitchenward to see to the consommé. +</p> +<p> +“We will be the best chums ever!” Pausing on +the top step, Marjorie stretched forth a hand. +“Welcome to my house and heart,” she said. Tucking +her friend’s hand within her arms she drew her +down a short hall and into her own particular +domain. The door of Marjorie’s “house” stood +open as though hospitably awaiting the arrival of +the guest. Its dainty pink and whiteness shed a +light and beauty, infinitely cheering on a dark day. +</p> +<p> +“And now to give you something to dress up in.” +Loosing Veronica’s hand, Marjorie crossed the +room and threw open the door of a large dress +closet. “Yours to command,” she offered with a +hospitable gesture. Pressing a button in the wall +the wardrobe sprang alight, disclosing the finery of +girlhood in all its rainbow hues. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, you choose a garment for me to luxuriate +in,” Ronny returned. “I don’t know the whys and +wherefores of your clothes.” +</p> +<p> +Marjorie peered thoughtfully at her array of +gowns and selected a half-fitted negligee of old-rose +silk. A moment’s search in a cunningly contrived shoe +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_20'></a>20</span> +cupboard at one side of the closet, and +she held up quilted satin slippers to match. +</p> +<p> +“Thank you, hospitable one.” Veronica was +already clear of her dark blue bengaline frock and +reaching for the silken comfort of the negligee. +Her wet pumps soon removed, she donned the soft +slippers and settled back in a willow rocker with a +sigh of satisfaction. “I can’t begin to tell you how +comfortable I am,” she said. “I had to change cars +this morning before eight, and in the rain. All I +had to console me was the thought that I would be +in Sanford before noon. God-mother doesn’t know +I am east. I didn’t write her because I was anxious +to give her a surprise. I’ll go to see her tomorrow. +I wanted to come to you first. I never had much +chance to be here when I was ‘Miss Archer’s servant.’” +</p> +<p> +Ronny’s tones rippled with amused laughter. An +answering smile rose to Marjorie’s lips. Memory +recalled the sedate, reserved girl she had known as +Veronica Browning. She was now beginning to +glimpse the real Ronny; brilliant, high-spirited, +sure of herself, with the independence of those who +have known the bitterness of poverty. +</p> +<p> +“You are so different, Ronny,” she said. “I +mean from last year. Once in a great while I used +to see flashes of you as you are now. I remember +the night you danced that wonderful butterfly number +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_21'></a>21</span> +at the Campfire. You seemed happy and so +much more like a real girl than as I saw you in +school each day. You are like a butterfly who is +so glad to be free of the chrysalis.” +</p> +<p> +“How nice in you to compare me to anything so +beautiful as a butterfly. I am glad to be free of the +part I played last year. I am not sorry I played it, +though. Is Mignon La Salle going to Hamilton +College?” she asked, with an abrupt change of subject. +“I hope not. I think I can never forgive her +for the trouble she made you. I never minded in +the least the way she treated me.” +</p> +<p> +“No; Mignon is going to Smith College. She is +all right now, Ronny,” Marjorie earnestly assured. +“When she faced about last spring she truly meant +it.” +</p> +<p> +“You deserve the credit for having hauled her +through,” was Ronny’s blunt opinion. “I never +would have had the patience. A good many times +last year I was tempted to tell you who I really +was. I did not care to have the other girls know, +and Jerry was so curious about me. I was afraid it +might make trouble for you if you knew and they +didn’t. The Lookouts would have been likely to +ask you about me. Then, if I had pledged you to +secrecy, it would have meant your refusal to answer +any questions concerning me. This year——” +</p> +<p> +Veronica broke off in the old way which had +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_22'></a>22</span> +always been so baffling to Marjorie. For an instant +a vague sense of disappointment visited her. It was +as though Ronny had once again suddenly dropped +the curtain of mystery between them. +</p> +<p> +Her brown eyes fixed with unconscious solemnity +on her guest, she became aware that Veronica +was laughing at her. “I know what you are thinking,” +Ronny declared. “You think I am the same +aggravating old mystery who used never to finish a +sentence. Good reason why I chopped off a remark +I was about to make. I almost told you a secret.” +Her tone was now purposely tantalizing. “Had I +best tell you now or wait awhile?” +</p> +<p> +The entrance into the room of Mrs. Dean, bearing +a lacquered tray, on which was a steaming cup +of consommé and a plate of small crisp rolls, interrupted +any confidence Ronny might have been on +the point of making. Lingering for a few minutes’ +talk with Veronica, Mrs. Dean left the two girls +with the reminder that the luncheon bell would soon +ring. +</p> +<p> +Marjorie, meanwhile, had learned something new +of Ronny. She realized that now her friend was +only playing at secrecy. Ronny would never again +be a mystery to her as in the past. +</p> +<p> +“I’ve learned something about you, Ronny +Lynne,” she commented in merry accusation. “You +love to tease. Well, you can’t tease me. As for +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_23'></a>23</span> +your old secret you may do just as you please. +You may tell me now or after while. I’m not a +bit curious. Ahem! I won’t say I am not <em>interested</em>. +Wouldn’t you like to tell me now?” +</p> +<p> +She laid a coaxing hand on Ronny’s arm. The +latter’s radiant face was an index to pleasant news. +</p> +<p> +“Would I? Perhaps.” Ronny pretended to deliberate. +“Well, listen hard. Once upon a time +there was a person named Ronny who decided to go +to college. She had heard about a college named +Hamilton, and——” +</p> +<p> +“You’re going to Hamilton! You’re going to +Hamilton!” Marjorie had sprung from her chair +and was performing a dance of jubilation about +Veronica. “It is the best old secret I ever heard!” +</p> +<p> +“I hoped you would be pleased.” There were +tears just back of Ronny’s eyes. She loved Marjorie +with the great strength of a first friendship. +Naturally she was moved by the hearty reception +of her news. +</p> +<p> +“<em>Pleased!</em> That doesn’t express it! This morning +I was lonesome and wished something pleasant +would happen. The girls are all away from Sanford. +Lucy Warner and I are the only Lookouts +at home. Lucy is secretary to Mr. Forbes, a Sanford +lawyer, so I don’t see her very often. I never +dreamed that the rain would bring me you. And +now comes the crowning happiness! You are +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_24'></a>24</span> +going to be with me at Hamilton. I think I am a +very lucky Lookout.” Marjorie had paused in +front of Veronica, hands resting lightly on the +arms of the latter’s chair. “When you left Sanford +last June, Ronny, had you any idea then of entering +Hamilton?” +</p> +<p> +“No.” Ronny shook a decided head. “I was +not sure of coming east again for a long while. +Father missed me dreadfully last year. I could tell +that from his letters. I thought he would ask me +to stay at home and engage a tutor for me. After +I had been at home awhile we went on a pony riding +trip over some of his fruit ranches. We had +lots of long talks and I told him a great deal about +you. He was much interested in the Lookouts and +asked a good many questions about the club. He +asked which college you expected to enter, and if +I would like to go east again to college. I found +that he really wished me to go to an eastern college, +provided I was of the same mind. He always gives +me the privilege of choice. Of course, I chose +Hamilton. So here I am. I shall divide my visits +between you and God-mother until time to go to +Hamilton, and then we’ll journey into the far country +of college together along with as many of the +Lookouts as shall decide for Hamilton.” +</p> +<p> +“Jerry is going to be a Hamiltonite,” returned +Marjorie, her bright face showing her happiness. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_25'></a>25</span> +“Muriel Harding, too. I am not sure about Lucy +Warner, Ronny. She may have to wait until next +year to enter college. She won’t let anyone help +her with her personal expenses.” +</p> +<p> +“I expected some such hitch in her plans,” was +Ronny’s almost grim reply. “I would have offered +her personal aid last June, but knew it would not be +best then. I intended to write you about it. When +I decided for college I knew I could talk things over +with you and plan how to help Lucy while on this +visit.” +</p> +<p> +“If anyone can persuade her that she really ought +to enter Hamilton, this year, it will be you,” Marjorie +asserted confidently. +</p> +<p> +“I will do my best,” promised Ronny. “I ought +to have made that scholarship cover everything in +the way of expense down to a shoestring. I was +positive Lucy would win it. She is so proud. I +merely tried to save her dignity by offering the regulation +scholarship.” +</p> +<p> +The musical tinkle of a bell from below stairs +announced luncheon. Marjorie caught Ronny’s +hands and drew her up from her chair. +</p> +<p> +“There’s the luncheon bell,” she announced. +“Come along, Ronny. We have some glorious +news to tell Captain.” +</p> +<p> +Their arms twined about each other’s waists, the +two friends walked slowly toward the half open +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_26'></a>26</span> +door. There they stopped to talk. A second and +louder jingling of the bells soon informed them +that they were loiterers. +</p> +<p> +“That’s Captain,” laughed Marjorie. “She +knows we’ve stopped to talk. Delia rang the bell +first time. She only tinkled it a little.” +</p> +<p> +Accelerating their pace, the two gaily descended +the stairs. More fully the joy of the occasion was +borne upon Veronica. It was wonderful to her to +be so near and dear to a girl like Marjorie. More, +this happy state of affairs would continue all year. +There would be no cloud of mystery between them +as had been at high school. She was determined +also that no clouds should obscure Marjorie’s college +sky if she could prevent their gathering. If +Marjorie’s strict adherence to truth and justice +brought her the disfavor of the unworthy, she +would not have to contend against them single-handed. +</p> +<h2><a name='chIV' id='chIV'></a>CHAPTER IV—CONCERNING JEREMIAH.</h2> +<p> +Luncheon proved a merry little meal. When +one has been suddenly lifted out of the dumps by +the arrival of a friend from afar, and afterward +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_27'></a>27</span> +doubly cheered by exceptionally good news, the +dreariness of a rainy day is soon forgotten. +</p> +<p> +Returned to the living room after luncheon, Marjorie +drew forward a deep, soft-cushioned chair +with wide padded arms. +</p> +<p> +“Take this chair, Ronny,” she invited. “It’s the +most comfortable old thing! In winter it is my pet +lounging place at twilight. I love to curl up in it +and watch the firelight. Captain likes that wicker +chair near the table. General and I always fight +over this one. If he gets it first, I try to tip him +out of it. I might as well try to move a mountain. +He braces his feet and sits and laughs at me. +Ruffle, my big Angora cat, claims it, too. He +always looks so injured if I lift him from it.” +</p> +<p> +“An extremely popular chair,” commented Ronny, +smiling. Settling back in it, she added: “I don’t +wonder you all fight for it. I shall enter the lists, +too.” +</p> +<p> +“You are welcome to it. You’re company. It’s +only the Deans who won’t respect one another’s +claims, Captain excepted. By the Deans, I mean +General, Ruffle and me.” +</p> +<p> +“Much obliged for clearing me of the charge,” +her captain remarked with twinkling eyes. “You +should hear those squabbles, Veronica. They are +noisy enough to bring the house down.” +</p> +<p> +Veronica laughed, yet into her gray eyes sprang +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_28'></a>28</span> +a wistful light. “My father loves to tease me like +that,” she said. “We had such good times this +summer at Mañana. That is the name of our largest +ranch. We live there most of the time.” +</p> +<p> +“Mañana?” Marjorie looked questioningly at +Ronny. “That means ‘morning’ in Spanish, doesn’t +it? I know a few Spanish words. General speaks +the language. His trips often take him to Mexico.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, it also means ‘tomorrow,’” Ronny answered. +“The full name of our Mañana is ‘Lucero +de la Mañana.’ It means ‘Star of the Morning.’ +I named it. Father bought it when I was twelve +years old. The first time I saw it was one morning +before seven. We were on a riding trip and could +look down on it from a height. It was so beautiful, +I asked Father to find out if it were for sale. It +belonged to a Spanish woman, Donna Dolores de +Mendoza. She was willing to part with it, as she +wished to go to Spain to live. So Father bought it. +I hope someday you will visit me there. I shall +never be satisfied until the Dean family are under +the Lynnes’ roof tree.” +</p> +<p> +“Someday,” Marjorie made hopeful promise. +“General has said he would take us on a western +trip sometime.” +</p> +<p> +“I hope that ‘sometime’ will be next summer,” +returned Ronny. “When I grow to know your +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_29'></a>29</span> +worthy General well, I shall interview him on the +subject.” +</p> +<p> +Veronica’s allusion to her far western home furnished +Marjorie with an opportunity she had long +desired. She was anxious to hear more of Ronny’s +life prior to her advent into Sanford. She had, +therefore, a great many interested questions to ask +which she knew Ronny would now be willing to +answer. Formerly, while Ronny had been securely +wrapped in her cloak of reserve, Marjorie had +never attempted to question her personally. +</p> +<p> +Ronny, in turn, had an equal number of questions +to ask regarding Sanford and the Lookouts. +The afternoon slipped away before either of the +reunited friends was aware that it had gone. +</p> +<p> +“Do you suppose we’ll ever catch up in talking?” +Ronny asked in pretended despair, as the three +women lingered over the dessert at dinner that +evening. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, after a long while,” easily assured Marjorie. +“You see I couldn’t get you to talk about +yourself last year, so we lost a good deal of time. +I am actually ashamed for asking you so many +questions, Ronny. Still there were so many things +I wanted to ask you last year and did not feel free +to. Wait until you see Jerry. She will ask you +more questions than I have. She said in her last +letter to me that she had no news to tell. Well, I +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_30'></a>30</span> +shall have some news to tell her when she comes +home. She will be so surprised when she——” +</p> +<p> +“<em>Surprised?</em> Well, yes; <em>quite</em> a lot.” +</p> +<p> +The familiar voice that gave utterance to this +pithy affirmation proceeded from the doorway leading +into the reception hall. It electrified the placid +trio at the table. Three heads turned simultaneously +at the sound. Marjorie made a dive for the +doorway. +</p> +<p> +“Jeremiah!” she exclaimed, with a joyful rising +inflection on the last syllable. “Wherever did you +come from? This is my third splendid surprise +today. You can see for yourself who’s here. +You’ve had one surprise, at least.” Marjorie clung +to Jerry with enthusiastic fervor. +</p> +<p> +“I have, I have,” agreed Jerry, putting two +plump arms around Ronny, who had come forward +the instant she grasped the situation. “Now how +in the world do you happen to be here, mysterious +Mystery? You are the last person I thought would +be on the job to welcome me to our city.” +</p> +<p> +“How long have <em>you</em> been here? That is what I +should like to know,” Marjorie interposed, patting +the hand she held between her own. +</p> +<p> +“Long enough to hear all you said about me. +I’m simply furious. No; I am perfectly delighted, +I mean. Now what do I mean?” Jerry showed +her white even teeth in a genial grin. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_31'></a>31</span> +</p> +<p> +“We didn’t say anything about you that would +either delight you or make you furious. I know +you didn’t hear a single thing we said, except maybe +the last sentence. How did you get in? Not by +the front door or we would have heard the bell. +Now confess: Delia let you in by the back door.” +Marjorie waved a triumphant finger before Jerry’s +nose as she made this conjecture. +</p> +<p> +“I’ll never tell how I came in. No; that won’t +do, Geraldine. You must try to be civil to these +Deans. They may ask you to stay a few days and +you——” Jerry paused significantly, then sidled up +to Mrs. Dean. “I’m so pleasant to have around,” +she simpered. “You will positively adore me when +you get used to my ways.” She put both arms +around Mrs. Dean and gave her a resounding kiss. +</p> +<p> +“You may stay as long as you please, and the +longer you stay the better pleased we shall be.” +Her invitation thus extended, Mrs. Dean was now +assisting Jerry to remove her long coat of tan covert +cloth. “How did you manage to keep so dry, +Jerry?” she inquired. “It has been raining steadily +all evening. Veronica came to us thoroughly +drenched.” +</p> +<p> +“The beautiful truth is, Delia hung my coat in +front of the range and dried it. I had an umbrella, +too, and I ran like a hunter the minute I left the +taxi. I made the driver stop at the corner below +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_32'></a>32</span> +the house and I ducked in at the side gate. I +landed on your back porch just as Delia was going +to serve the dessert. I asked her not to tell you I +was here. It’s a great wonder she didn’t laugh +and give me away.” +</p> +<p> +“I noticed she had a broad smile on her face +when she came into the dining room. I thought it +was in honor of Ronny. Here she was aiding and +abetting <em>you</em>, Jeremiah Macy! She knows I have +been anxiously waiting for you to come home. +Just wait till I see her!” +</p> +<p> +Marjorie chuckled in anticipation of her interview +with Delia. The latter would regard Jerry’s +stealthy arrival as a huge joke in which she had +played an important part. +</p> +<p> +“I thought a relative had come to see you,” Jerry +continued. “Delia said it was a young lady from +away off. That’s all she seemed to want to tell me. +I didn’t quiz her. It was none of my business.” +</p> +<p> +“That is the time Delia fooled you,” Ronny +asserted. “Delia knows me. She wanted to surprise +you, too.” +</p> +<p> +“All right for Delia. Wait until <em>I</em> interview her +for keeping so quiet about you.” All of which +pointed to a lively session for Delia. “Anyhow I +had some cherry pudding with whipped cream. I +saw it the minute I struck the kitchen. I hoped it +wouldn’t give out before it got around to me. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_33'></a>33</span> +There was enough, though, for Delia and me. We +emptied the dish.” +</p> +<p> +“All this going on behind my back!” Mrs. Dean +made an unsuccessful effort to look highly displeased. +“I shall have to discipline the commissary +department for smuggling vagrants into the house +under my very nose. Not to mention distributing +pudding with a free hand!” +</p> +<p> +“Vagrants! She means me.” Jerry rolled her +eyes as though greatly alarmed. “I see I’ll have to +swallow the insult. If I make a fuss I may be put +out.” +</p> +<p> +“Promise good conduct in future and we’ll try +to overlook the past,” Marjorie graciously conceded. +</p> +<p> +“Thank you, kind lady! I wasn’t always like +this. Once I had a home——” Jerry gave vent +to a loud snivel. “I lost it. Now all I can say is: +</p> +<p> + “Into your house some tramps must fall,<br /> + Some Deans must be made aweary.”<br /> +</p> +<p> +Sobbing out this pathetic sentiment, Jerry endeavored +to lean on Marjorie, with disastrous +results. They were saved from toppling over by +landing with force against Veronica. +</p> +<p> +“Here, here!” expostulated Ronny. “Don’t add +assault and battery to vagrancy. Have some respect +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_34'></a>34</span> +for me. I’m a real guest. I arrived by the +front door.” +</p> +<p> +“Excuse me and blame Marjorie for being an +unstable prop. Try to regard me as your friend.” +Jerry leered confidently at Ronny. +</p> +<p> +“I’ll think it over. You are the funniest old +goose ever. I’ll try to prevail upon the Deans to +let you stay.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, I think I can manage them,” Jerry returned +in a confident stage whisper. +</p> +<p> +“Yes, we are going to be kind to our tramp now.” +Marjorie gently propelled Jerry to the table and +shoved her, unresisting, into a chair. “You had +dessert. Now you had better have the rest of the +dinner. While Delia is getting it ready you can +tell us how it all happened. How did you get away +from the beach before your folks were ready to +come home?” +</p> +<p> +“I teased Mother good and hard and she finally +said ‘yes.’ It took me about two hours to pack and +wish the beach good-bye. The folks will be home +Saturday. I’ll have three whole days with you +girls. I hadn’t figured on the distinguished presence +of Miss Veronica Browning Lynne.” +</p> +<p> +“Neither had I,” smiled Marjorie. “The best +part of Ronny’s visit is that it is going to last until +the very day I start for Hamilton. Ronny is going +to Hamilton, too, Jerry.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_35'></a>35</span> +</p> +<p> +“Did I get that right?” Jerry placed an assisting +hand to one ear. “Say it again, will you? +Hooray!” Jerry picked up a dessert fork and +waved it jubilantly. “The three of us; and Muriel +Harding as a fourth staunch supporter! We can +teach the Hamilton faculty how to act and revolutionize +the whole college. Oh, yes! Lucy Warner +makes a fifth. Ummm! She will have to be supported +until she gets on her ear. Then she’ll freeze +solid and support herself.” +</p> +<p> +Neither Ronny nor Marjorie could refrain from +laughing at this view of Lucy. It was so precisely +like her. +</p> +<p> +“Thank goodness there won’t be Mignon to reform.” +Jerry sighed exaggerated relief. “Any +more sieges like the four years’ siege of Mignon +ahead of me, and I’d stay at home and go to night +school for a change. Talk about the wars of the +Trojans! They were simple little scraps compared +with the rows we’ve had at Sanford High with +various vandals.” +</p> +<p> +Delia appearing from the kitchen with a heavily +laden tray, the three girls greeted her with a concerted +shout. Not in the least dismayed, she only +beamed more broadly, as each of the trio attempted +to take her to task, and refused to commit herself. +</p> +<p> +After Jerry had made a substantial repast, she +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_36'></a>36</span> +was triumphantly conducted to her room by Ronny +and Marjorie. +</p> +<p> +“Have you a kimono or negligee in your bag, +Jerry? If you have, put it on and be comfy. If +you haven’t, speak now and you can have one of +mine. Captain will be on guard duty in the living +room this evening. If any one calls they won’t +have the pleasure of seeing us. We are going to +have an old-time talking bee in my house. Come +along as soon as you are ready.” +</p> +<p> +“I have a kimono in my traveling bag. It has +probably acquired about a thousand wrinkles by +this time,” returned Jerry. “Wrinkled or no, I +shall hail it with joy. You may expect me at your +house in about fifteen minutes.” +</p> +<p> +“All right,” Marjorie called over her shoulder, +as she and Ronny left Jerry. “Don’t be longer +than that. Remember we have weighty matters to +discuss this evening. If we began early enough we +may have the affairs of the universe settled before +midnight.” +</p> +<p> +When within the prescribed fifteen minutes Jerry +joined her chums, it was their own personal affairs +that came up for discussion. Enough had happened +during the summer in their own little sphere to keep +them talking uninterruptedly all evening. +</p> +<p> +“There is one thing we must do before we leave +Sanford for college and that is pass the Lookout +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_37'></a>37</span> +Club on to the senior class at Sanford High. You +know we planned to do so when we organized the +club, Jeremiah,” Marjorie reminded. +</p> +<p> +“That’s so,” Jerry agreed, “but how do we go +about it? If we just hand it to the senior class, +they may not carry it on as we would wish them to. +It was really our own little private club. I’m not +crazy to continue it as a sorority.” +</p> +<p> +“We ought to, Jerry, just the same. The Lookouts +have been a credit to Sanford High, and the +influence we have tried to exert should be carried +on each year by fifteen seniors.” Marjorie spoke +with conviction. “I have thought a good deal about +it this summer. I believe the best way for us to do +is for each of the Lookouts to propose the name of +one member of the present senior class. As soon +as the other girls come home we will have a meeting. +The names of the candidates can be written +on slips of paper and read out to the club in turn. +If any one of us objects to another’s choice, she +must say so and state her reason. If it is sufficient, +the name will be dropped and the Lookout who proposed +it may propose another.” +</p> +<p> +“That’s a good idea. While we can be trusted, I +hope not to pick lemons, slackers and shirkers, still +it makes our choice surer to have it approved by +the gang. So long as we are to be the ones to do +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_38'></a>38</span> +the choosing, I begin to see light.” Jerry had +begun to show more enthusiasm. +</p> +<p> +“It’s really organizing what one might call a new +Lookout chapter. We are the charter members and +will continue to run our chapter as we like. Next +year the girls we choose will select their fifteen +members for a new chapter, and so on, indefinitely,” +said Veronica. +</p> +<p> +“We need these new girls, Jerry,” Marjorie earnestly +pointed out. “We can’t look after the day +nursery and go to college, too. While we have +hired help there, and Miss Allison, you know, is +always ready to do all she can to help keep it running +smoothly, we need the personal influence of +the seniors at the nursery. There should be two +club members to take their turn each day from four +to six, as we did.” +</p> +<p> +“Who has been looking after that part of it this +summer?” Jerry demanded abruptly, her keen eyes +on Marjorie. “I wrote and asked you that and +you never answered my question. You are the one +who has probably been making a slave of yourself +at that same nursery while the rest of us have been +having a lovely time.” +</p> +<p> +“I have been down there twice a week from four +to six,” Marjorie replied. “Sometimes Captain +went with me. Thanks to <em>that</em> generous person,” +she indicated Ronny, “we could afford to engage +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_39'></a>39</span> +some one to amuse the children. Ronny put five +hundred dollars in bank for a vacation fund and +never said a single word about it. When she was +half way to California I received a note from Mr. +Wendell asking me to call at the bank. You can +imagine what a surprise it was to me. It was fine +in you to think of it, Ronny. The girls were worried, +for we found out that all of the Lookouts +except me, were going to be away from Sanford at +about the same time. +</p> +<p> +“While we had quite a good deal of money in +the treasury we didn’t think of engaging anyone +from outside,” she continued. “It worked beautifully. +Miss Stratton, a kindergarten teacher, +needed the work on account of having an invalid +sister to support. Then, Nellie Wilkins, one of the +mill girls, had been sick for a long time and when +she was well enough to go back to her work as a +weaver there was no position for her. She is a +very sweet girl and knows all the children. She +was a great help to Miss Stratton and I would like +her to have the position permanently at the nursery. +She knows all the songs and games now that Miss +Stratton taught the children and is the best person +one could have there.” +</p> +<p> +“Whew!” whistled Jerry. “Things have certainly +been happening at the nursery. You are +simply splendid, Ronny. You are always thinking +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_40'></a>40</span> +of some way to help people. Just wait until I take +my presidential chair as chief boss of the Lookouts. +I will publish your noble deed abroad.” +</p> +<p> +“If you <em>don’t</em>, I <em>will</em>,” emphasized Marjorie. +“There isn’t much we can say to tell you how grateful +we are to you, Ronny.” +</p> +<p> +“Don’t say anything.” A bright flush had risen +to Ronny’s cheeks. “I knew the girls would be +away. I thought you would be quite apt to worry +about the nursery and spend a lot of time there for +conscientious reasons. I was thinking more of you +I presume than the nursery.” +</p> +<p> +“It was a great relief,” Marjorie made honest +response. “Besides, it helped two splendid girls +along.” +</p> +<p> +“Then let it rest at that. Never mind about publishing +my, thus-called, noble deed at a club meeting. +I prefer not to let my right hand know what +my left happens to be doing,” declared Ronny. +“What we must think of is getting the new Lookout +chapter started. We ought to have it organized +by the fifth of September so it will stand on its own +feet. After the fifth you know what a rush there +will be. We shall be going to farewell teas, luncheons +and parties. At least I hope so. Last year I +had very good times. This fall things have changed. +Now I’d love to dance and be happy with the crowd +of Sanford boys and girls who were so friendly +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_41'></a>41</span> +with me when I was a senior. Marjorie said today, +Jerry, that I was like a butterfly that had won free +of the chrysalis. The butterfly is anxious to spread +its wings for a few last delightful flights around +Sanford.” +</p> +<h2><a name='chV' id='chV'></a>CHAPTER V.—THE BREAKING UP OF THE OLD GUARD.</h2> +<p> +“This saying good-bye business is growing harrowing,” +complained Jerry one hazy September +morning. She stood with her chums on the station +platform, waving farewell to Florence Johnston, +who was leaving for Markham College, a western +university. “This is the third time for us at the +station this week. Monday it was Mignon, Daisy +Griggs and Gertrude Aldine, all bound for Smith. +Wednesday it was Esther, Rita, Susan and Irma. +I am not over the blues yet on account of losing +Susan and Irma. I wish they had chosen Hamilton +instead of Wellesley.” +</p> +<p> +The seven Lookouts still left in Sanford were +strolling soberly across the green station yard to the +drive behind the station where Jerry had parked the +Macys’ ample touring car. She had elected to drive +it that morning because of its capacity. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_42'></a>42</span> +</p> +<p> +“Harriet and I are going to be the lonesome ones +before long,” remarked Constance Stevens, her blue +eyes roving somberly from friend to friend. The +private conservatory Constance and Harriet were to +enter did not open until the latter part of October. +This would make them the last to leave Sanford. +“It is going to seem awfully queer for us without +you girls, isn’t it, Harriet?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes.” Harriet was looking unduly solemn. +“Still we knew long ago that it would have to come +sometime; this breaking up of the old crowd.” +</p> +<p> +“We must try to be together a lot during vacations. +Most of us will be home for Thanksgiving, +and all of us for Christmas and Easter,” was Marjorie’s +philosophical consolation. +</p> +<p> +“Well, we’re going to have one last good old +frolic at Connie’s tonight, anyway,” was Jerry’s +cheering reminder. +</p> +<p> +“I can’t come tonight, Constance,” Lucy Warner +announced in her brusque fashion. “I must give +these last few evenings to Mother. Besides, I don’t +feel at home in your crowd when the boys are there. +I don’t care much about young men. I never know +what to say to them,” she added, coloring slightly. +</p> +<p> +“I understand the way you feel about it,” Constance +returned with a smile. She had once been +visited by the same discomfiture in the first days +of her friendship with Marjorie. The others were +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_43'></a>43</span> +laughing at Lucy’s blunt avowal. “I’ll forgive you +for turning down my party. You know we would +love to have you with us, but if you were not at +ease it would be hard for you.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, it would. Much obliged.” Lucy’s terse +agreement provoked fresh laughter. +</p> +<p> +Ronny had promised Marjorie to take Lucy in +hand and try to overcome her objections to entering +Hamilton College that fall. Three times she besieged +Lucy before success came. On the third +interview, Ronny learned the real difficulty. Very +solemnly Lucy told her the story of the Observer +and her subsequent ingratitude toward Marjorie. +Ronny had felt righteous anger flame within her as +she had listened. She had almost wished she had +never offered a scholarship in behalf of such an ingrate. +Her brain clearing of its hasty resentment, +she had been visited by the same divine pity for +poor, embittered Lucy that had swayed Marjorie on +the occasion of the Observer confession. +</p> +<p> +Very cleverly Ronny had seized upon the confession +to move Lucy from her torturing resolve. She +argued that, as it was Marjorie’s wish to see Lucy +enter college with herself and friends, she therefore +owed it to Marjorie as an amend honorable. Her +point gained, Ronny managed also to persuade Lucy +to accept financial help from her if necessary. This +she reluctantly promised to do, provided she were +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_44'></a>44</span> +allowed to repay her young benefactor when in +position to do so. Thus Lucy became the fifth +Lookout, Hamilton-bound, greatly to Marjorie’s +delight. +</p> +<p> +“What you ought to do is practice hanging +around with our gang until you are not the least bit +scared at Hal or Laurie or the rest of our boys,” +Jerry advised. “They aren’t ogres and hob-goblins. +There is really nothing very awe-inspiring about a +young man. If you had lived in the same house +with Hal as long as I have, you would know how +to talk to him all right enough.” +</p> +<p> +“I haven’t; therefore I don’t,” Lucy returned +concisely, but with an open good nature which +showed how greatly she had emerged from her +shell since becoming a Lookout. +</p> +<p> +“There goes Flora Frisbee,” suddenly called out +Muriel, as she exchanged a gay salute with a girl +who had just passed in an automobile. +</p> +<p> +“Where?” inquired three or four voices. A particularly +well liked senior, Flora had acquired a further +high standing with the Lookouts as the president +of the new chapter. +</p> +<p> +“Too late. She is out of sight. I just happened +to see her as she flashed by in her brother’s roadster. +I think she is going to make a dandy president. +Don’t you?” +</p> +<p> +“The very best.” It was Jerry who answered. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_45'></a>45</span> +“I am certainly glad the new chapter is going so +nicely. They have settled down to that nursery +detail like veterans.” +</p> +<p> +“I was so proud of them that day at Muriel’s +when we organized the new chapter,” praised +Ronny. +</p> +<p> +“They did as well as we when we began,” commented +Muriel. “If only they keep it up. We +picked the best of the seniors.” +</p> +<p> +Following a meeting at Jerry’s home, at which +the Lookouts had selected the candidates for the +new chapter, a second meeting had been held at +Muriel’s. Each charter Lookout had gallantly +escorted her choice there. Fifteen gratified seniors +had listened to the rules of the club and promised +to live up to them. They had pledged themselves +to faithfully carry on the work of their absent +elder sisters at the day nursery and be always ready +to help those in need of friendly aid. They had +then capably taken up the pleasant task of electing +their officers and performed it with business-like +snap. +</p> +<p> +Soon after their organization they had accompanied +the charter members to the nursery and +spent a merry afternoon getting acquainted with +the little ones. From then on they had begun their +regular duty tours accompanied, at first, by one of +the old guard on each tour. Soon accustoming +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_46'></a>46</span> +themselves to the routine, their elder sisters breathed +more freely and set about attending to their own +manifold affairs. +</p> +<p> +“We hope we picked fifteen winners. If we +didn’t we’ll soon know it with a bang. That nursery +will run on wheels, minus one trouble maker. +Just one will throw the whole concern up in the air. +While I don’t doubt our new sisters, let time do its +perfect work. So says Jeremiah. She says further, +get into the car all of you. I’m going to take you +straight home. I’m going to a party tonight and I +have no time to waste standing talking on the +corner. There will be young men at that party!” +Jerry dropped her voice to a hoarse melodramatic +whisper and stared wildly at Lucy, chin thrust forward. +</p> +<p> +“I can’t help that. I—I should worry. I’m no +buttinski.” Lucy’s unexpected use of slang raised +a gale of laughter. +</p> +<p> +“I am afraid you learned that from me. You +are growing up precautious. You need a guardian.” +With this Jerry bundled Lucy into the tonneau of +the machine and turned her over to Marjorie and +Muriel who had already climbed into the car. +</p> +<p> +In her usual energetic fashion she proceeded to +drive her chums to their various homes, where she +dropped them with scant ceremony. “I know you +are all in a hurry to get home,” she sweetly assured +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_47'></a>47</span> +them. “If you aren’t, I am. It’s all one. Good-bye. +Shall I see you this evening? You had better +believe it.” +</p> +<p> +The informal gathering at Gray Gables would +comprise the remaining Lookouts of the charter and +six or seven of the Sanford boys whom Constance +knew best and who were intimate friends of Laurie +Armitage’s. Marjorie, in particular, was happy in +the invitation. She thought it so beautiful that +Connie, who had known the bitterest want, should +be the hostess at their last frolic, commemorative of +their high school days. +</p> +<p> +As she dressed for the party that evening, her +thoughts traveled back to the eventful night of the +freshman dance when Constance had worn the blue +gown and made her entrance into the social side of +high school under difficulties. At that time she had +been a very humble person. Now she was perhaps +the most admired young woman in Sanford on +account of her beautiful voice. Things had changed +a good deal in four years for Connie, Marjorie +reflected. She took a special pride in her appearance +that night, not only in honor of Constance, but +because she owed it to herself to look her best on +that last happy evening with her friends. +</p> +<p> +When Veronica entered Marjorie’s house, attired +in her white lace Commencement Day frock, a pale +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_48'></a>48</span> +blue evening cape composed of many ruffles of chiffon +hanging over one arm, she found a pensive +little figure in white occupying the pink and white +window seat. Marjorie was also wearing her graduation +gown and looking utterly lovely in it. +</p> +<p> +“I’m mooning,” she announced, turning her curly +head as Ronny entered, her eyes very bright. “It’s +a perfect night, Ronny. Almost warm enough to +go without a wrap. Hal will be here for us. I +forgot to tell you. He called me on the ’phone yesterday +to ask me if he might take us over in his +car.” +</p> +<p> +Veronica smiled slightly at this frank announcement. +It contained not a trace of self-consciousness. +Long ago Ronny had glimpsed Hal Macy’s +mind regarding Marjorie. She knew the latter to +be the likable young man’s ideal and had seen boyish +worship of Marjorie more than once in his +clear blue eyes. She also understood that Marjorie +was wholly fancy free. While she valued Hal as a +near friend, any awakening to a deeper sentiment +on her part belonged to a far distant day. +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_49'></a>49</span><a name='chVI' id='chVI'></a>CHAPTER VI.—THE BOWKNOT OF AFFECTION.</h2> +<p> +That evening as Hal assisted the two girls into +the tonneau of the limousine, he was of the romantic +opinion that he had merely persuaded a couple +of stray moonbeams to ride with him. The light +of the fair, increasing moon endowed the duo with +a peculiar ethereal beauty which gave him a feeling +of reverence. Girls were mostly like flowers was +his boyish comparison. The most beautiful flower +of them all was Marjorie. Someday he would dare +tell her so, but not for a long time. +</p> +<p> +Arrived at Gray Gables Hal had no further +opportunity to “moon.” The rest of the company +had arrived and were impatiently awaiting them. +The limousine had hardly come to a stop on the +drive when out of the house they trooped, shouting +the Sanford and Weston High School yells by way +of welcome. Danny Seabrooke and the Crane then +broke into the “Stars and Stripes” on mouth +organs. Miles Burton rattled out a lively accompaniment +on little Charlie Stevens’ toy drum. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_50'></a>50</span> +</p> +<p> +“I had no idea I was so popular.” Hal bowed +his thanks to the noisy musicians. +</p> +<p> +“You are not,” the Crane hastened to inform him. +“That choice selection we just rendered was in +honor of the girls. Don’t credit yourself with +everything. It’s horribly conceited.” +</p> +<p> +“I’m glad you named it as a ‘selection,’” Hal made +scathing retort. +</p> +<p> +“What, may I ask, would you name it?” queried +Danny with a dangerous affability. +</p> +<p> +“Making night hideous, or, a disgraceful racket, +or, the last convulsions of a would-be jazz band. +Any little appellation like that would be strictly +appropriate.” Hal beamed ironically on the three. +“Nice little drummer boy you have there.” +</p> +<p> +Supposedly offended, Danny could not repress a +loud snicker at this fling. Miles Burton stood six +feet, minus shoes. With Charlie’s toy drum strung +round his neck on a narrow blue ribbon, he was distinctly +mirth-inspiring. +</p> +<p> +“Throw any more remarks like that about me +and you’ll find out my real disposition,” warned +Miles in a deep bass growl. +</p> +<p> +“Come ladies; let us hasten on before trouble +overtakes us—me, I mean. Back, varlets. Grab +your instruments of torture and begone.” Hal +grandly motioned the objectionable varlets out of +the way. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_51'></a>51</span> +</p> +<p> +“That’s what I say,” called Jerry from the top +step. “For once I agree with Hal. Let the girls +come up on the porch, can’t you? You four sillies +can stay outside and rave. Notice how well Laurie +and Harry are behaving. Try to be a little like +them, if you can.” +</p> +<p> +“You can’t know them as I do,” rumbled Miles. +</p> +<p> +“No; I <em>guess not</em>,” emphasized Hal. “Well, I’d +rather be called a silly than a varlet.” +</p> +<p> +“That will do from all of you.” Jerry ran down +the steps and with a few energetic waves of the +arms drove the masculine half of the guests up onto +the brightly-lighted veranda. There the entire company +lingered to talk, presently strolling into the +long old-fashioned drawing room which Constance +used for dancing purposes when entertaining her +friends. +</p> +<p> +“Be happy and make yourselves at home,” she +said in her pretty, graceful fashion. “Father and +Uncle John will soon be here to play for us. They +are helping Mr. Beaver, the leader of the Sanford +orchestra, organize some of the Sanford working +boys into an orchestra. It’s a fine idea. I think +Father and Uncle John will help him all they can +whenever they are at home.” +</p> +<p> +Marjorie cast a quick, inquiring look toward +Constance. Her eyes luminous with affection, she +asked: “Has it come at last, Connie?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_52'></a>52</span> +</p> +<p> +“Yes, Marjorie,” Constance answered, in a +proud, happy tone. “I would like you to know,” she +continued, turning to the others, “that Uncle John +is to be a first violin in Father’s symphony orchestra. +You can understand just how glad we feel +about it.” +</p> +<p> +Connie’s news met with an echoing shout. All +present cherished the warmest regard for gentle +Uncle John, who had ever been so willing to play +for them. Far removed from poverty, he had gradually +regained the lost faculty of memory and could +now be relied upon for symphony work. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, just wait until he gets home!” promised +Hal. “Won’t he get a reception, though?” +</p> +<p> +“Surest thing in the world!” Laurie’s dark blue +eyes were darker from emotion. Laurie had known +for a very long time that, if Constance’s adopted +family were not his own, some future day, it would +not be his fault. +</p> +<p> +“That explains why we haven’t seen Charlie,” +smiled Marjorie. “He is actually helping, at last, +to organize a big band. I meant to ask for him. +There was so much sarcasm being hurled back and +forth, my voice would have been lost in the uproar,” +she slyly added. +</p> +<p> +“He took his violin and music. The music was +a lot of old stray song sheets. He will play them +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_53'></a>53</span> +and put everyone out, if he has a chance,” Constance +predicted with an infectious little giggle. +</p> +<p> +The entrance of Miss Allison into the drawing +room brought the young folks to their feet. Her +fondness for youth made her a welcome addition at +their parties. She particularly enjoyed Danny Seabrooke’s +antics and the sham penalties they invariably +brought on him. +</p> +<p> +“You young gentlemen will soon be leaving for +college as well as our girls,” she remarked to Hal. +“I am glad Laurie has decided to go through college +before making music his profession. He really +needs the college training. Constance, on the contrary, +will do as well to begin her training for +grand opera at once. She must study Italian and +Spanish. That, with her vocal practice, will keep +her fully occupied. How I shall miss my boys and +girls! They have been life to me.” Miss Allison’s +delicate features saddened unconsciously. +</p> +<p> +A muffled sob, too realistic to be genuine, rent the +air at her right. Her sad expression vanished as +her eyes lighted upon the mourner. Slumped into +the depths of a big velvet chair, Danny was struggling +visibly with his sorrowful emotions. +</p> +<p> +“To see us all here tonight, who would dream +of the parting to come so soon-n; s-o s-o-o-o-on-n!” +he wailed, covering his freckled, grief-stricken countenance +with both hands. No one arising to assuage his sorrow, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_54'></a>54</span> +his gurgles and sobs grew louder. +</p> +<p> +“Won’t some one please choke off that bellow?” +Laurie viewed the perpetrator of the melancholy +sounds with a cold, unrelenting eye. +</p> +<p> +“<em>De</em>-lighted.” Hal rose from a seat on the davenport +beside Marjorie and advanced with threatening +deliberation upon Danny. +</p> +<p> +“You needn’t mind. I am getting used to the +idea of parting now.” The “bellow” ceased like +magic. Danny spoke in a small, sad voice that +might have belonged to a five-year-old girl. “Soon +I shall be able to contemplate it without a single +tear. I could part from <em>you</em>,” he suddenly recovered +his own voice, “or that ruffian of an Armitage, +and smile; yes, sir; actually <em>smile</em>. I’d rather part +at any time, and from anybody than to be murderously +‘choked off’ by you two bullies.” +</p> +<p> +Danny hastily arose, after this defiant declaration, +and retreated to the lower end of the room. +Crowding himself into a small rocking chair belonging +to Charlie, he rocked and smirked at Hal, +who had followed him to the chair and now stood +over him. +</p> +<p> +“Move back a trifle, Mr. Macy. I refuse to be +responsible for other people’s shins. I have all I +can do to take care of my own. If I were to kick +you, <em>accidentally</em>, I should be <em>so</em> sorry!” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, undoubtedly! Wouldn’t you, though?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_55'></a>55</span> +Bending, with one swift movement of the arm, Hal +upset the rocker and its grinning occupant. “Now +will you be good?” he inquired sarcastically. Leaving +the struggling wag to right himself, Hal strolled +back to Marjorie. +</p> +<p> +The room rang with laughter at Danny’s upheaval, +nor did it lessen as he went through a series +of ridiculous attempts to rise from the floor. In the +midst of the fun Charlie Stevens marched into the +drawing room, his little leather violin case tucked +importantly under one arm, his music under the +other. Behind him were Mr. Stevens and John +Roland. +</p> +<p> +“What for is he doing to my chair?” Charlie +asked very severely. +</p> +<p> +“He’s trying to part with it, Charlie, and he’s +either stuck in it or pretending he is,” Harry Lenox +replied to the youngster. +</p> +<p> +“You mustn’t ever sit in a chair that don’t look +like you, Danny,” reproved Charlie. “That chair +looks like me. You ought to know better.” +</p> +<p> +This was too much for the erring Daniel. With +a shout of mirth he slipped free of the chair, and, +catching up the little boy, swung him to his shoulder. +“You’re the funniest little old kid on creation!” +he exclaimed. +</p> +<p> +“That’s what I think,” returned Charlie, with an +innocent complacency that again brought down the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_56'></a>56</span> +house. From that on Charlie divided honors with +Uncle John, who was due to receive the sincere congratulations +of the young folks he had so often +made happy by his music. To see the white-haired, +patient-faced old musician surrounded by his young +friends was a sight that Miss Allison never forgot. +When, a little later, she led Charlie from the room, +bedward bound, there was thankfulness in her heart +because she had found the lonely people of the +Little Gray House in time. +</p> +<p> +With the musicians on the scene, dancing was +promptly begun and continued unflaggingly until a +late supper was served in the dining room. There +a surprise awaited Marjorie. While the company +were engaged in eating the dessert, she had a dim +idea that something unusual was pending. She dismissed +it immediately as a vague fancy. +</p> +<p> +Next she became aware that a silence had settled +down upon the supper party. Then Hal Macy rose +from his chair and said in his clear, direct tones: +“I am going to read you a little tribute to a very +good friend of ours. I know you will agree with +me that Marjorie Dean is largely responsible for a +great many pleasant times we have enjoyed since +we have known her. By that I mean, not only the +merry evenings we have spent at her home, but the +happiness that has been ours because of her fine +influence. As well as I could, for I am no poet, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_57'></a>57</span> +I have tried to put our sentiments into verse. +While the meter may be faulty, the inspiration is +flawless.” +</p> +<p> +Applause greeted this frank, graceful little preamble. +When it had subsided, Hal read his verses. +They fitly expressed, to the amazed, and all but +overcome, subject of them, the strength of her +friends’ devotion. When he had finished she had +no words with which to reply. She was grateful +for the fresh round of approbation that began. It +gave her time to force back her tears. She did not +wish to break down if she could help it. She felt +that she owed it to Hal to thank him with a smile. +</p> +<p> +Hardly had quiet been restored when Constance +took the floor. In her right hand she held an +oblong box of white velvet. When she began to +speak, it was directly to Marjorie. +</p> +<p> +“What Hal has said to you, tonight, Marjorie, +is so true and beautiful that I couldn’t better it if I +tried. He has expressed just the way we feel about +you, and what your sunny, dear influence has been +to us. We are afraid that someday you may run +away and leave us, so we wish to tie you to us with +a bowknot of affection.” +</p> +<p> +Constance flitted the length of the table and +around the end to the side opposite from her seat. +Pausing behind Marjorie’s chair, she slid a bare +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_58'></a>58</span> +white arm over her chum’s shoulder and gently +dropped the velvet box in front of her. +</p> +<p> +“I—I think I am going to cry,” quavered Marjorie, +“and I don’t—want—to. Please—I—don’t +think—I—deserve——” +</p> +<p> +“I would advise you not to weep, Marjorie, or +you may be treated as I was,” warned Danny’s +bland tones. “It’s not safe to sob around here.” +</p> +<p> +Marjorie gave a half tremulous giggle that was +the forerunner of recovery. Her tears checked, her +hands trembled as she opened the white velvet box. +Then her emotion became that of sheer wonder. +Resting on its satin bed gleamed a string of graduated +pearls from which hung a pearl pendant in the +form of a bowknot. +</p> +<p> +“What made you do this?” she faltered. “It +isn’t <em>I</em> who have ever done anything to make you +happy. It’s <em>you</em> who have done everything to make +me happy. I don’t know what to say, only you are +all so dear to me and thank you.” +</p> +<p> +Constance standing beside Marjorie, an arm over +her shoulder, Marjorie turned and childishly hid her +flushed face in the frills of Connie’s white organdie +gown. While her thoughts were far from collected, +she was experiencing a gladness of spirit because +Constance could thus be her refuge at a time of +overwhelming happiness. +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_59'></a>59</span><a name='chVII' id='chVII'></a>CHAPTER VII.—ON THE THRESHOLD.</h2> +<p> +The day after Constance’s party brought Marjorie +her General. With her father at home, after +a lengthy absence, the sorrow of leaving her dear +ones came forward again. Marjorie tried earnestly +to keep all locked within and succeeded in a measure. +Her General was not blind to the situation, +however, and exerted himself on all occasions to +keep his somewhat sober-faced lieutenant in good +spirits. +</p> +<p> +On the morning of the day before Marjorie’s +departure for college, he announced his firm intention +to help her pack. Nor did he swerve for an +instant from his self-imposed duty. Breakfast over, +he chased the lieutenant, screaming with laughter, +up the stairs, landing in the middle of her “house” +with a flying leap which an acrobat might have +envied. +</p> +<p> +Regardless of his giggling daughter’s ideas on +the subject of packing, he swept down upon whatever +lay nearest at hand and stowed it into one of +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_60'></a>60</span> +the two open trunks. His efforts at being helpful +were brief. Three determined pairs of hands intercepted +his bold attempt to safely caché a small taboret, +a large embroidered doyley, a satin chair cushion, +a cut glass scent bottle and a Japanese vase. +The energetic general’s services were summarily +dispensed with. He was banished from the room +and the door shut in his face with a bang. In less +than fifteen minutes he announced his return by a +tattoo which threatened demolishment to the door. +He was not re-admitted until he had given his word +not to meddle with the packing. When Marjorie +cautiously opened the door to him she found him +staggering under a load of pasteboard boxes. He +dumped them at her feet with a bow so profound +that he all but stood on his head. +</p> +<p> +“There you are, unfeeling child!” he exclaimed. +“How shocking to have a daughter who doesn’t +scruple to turn her poor old father out of her +house!” +</p> +<p> +“Well, I let you into my house again, didn’t +I? Just please recall why you were turned out.” +Marjorie clasped both arms about her father’s neck +and swung on him gleefully. No one could be the +least bit sad when General elected to be funny. +Mrs. Dean and Ronny had already busied themselves +with straightening the pile of boxes which +had scattered when dumped to the floor. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_61'></a>61</span> +</p> +<p> +“It’s a good thing for you that you did,” retorted +Mr. Dean significantly. “I might have gone away +from the door and never <span style='font-size:smaller;'>NEVER</span> have come back +again. Then think what you would have missed.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, you would have had to come back sometime,” +was the serene assurance, as Marjorie +plumped down on the floor to explore her newly-acquired +riches. +</p> +<p> +They were all the heart of a girl could wish. One +box contained a white chiffon evening scarf, thickly +embroidered with tiny pink daisies. It draped itself +in graceful folds to the waist, the ends reaching to +the hem of her gown. Another held a white velour +sports coat, the cut and design of it being particularly +smart. From another box tumbled a dozen +pairs of kid gloves. There was also a box of silk +hosiery, another of fine linen handkerchiefs with +butterfly and bowknot corners, her favorite designs, +a box of engraved monogrammed stationery, and a +pair of black satin evening slippers. +</p> +<p> +One long wide box she had left until the last. +The lid removed and the folds of white tissue paper +lifted, Marjorie breathed a little “Oh!” She stared +in admiration at an exquisite evening frock of delicately +shaded Chinese crêpe. It might have represented +a spring dawn, shading as it did from creamy +white to pale, indeterminate violet, and from violet +to faintest pink. It was fashioned with a cunning +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_62'></a>62</span> +simplicity of design which made it of the mode, yet +strikingly individual. About the hem of the skirt, +around the square neck and short sleeves and on +the ends of the separate sash trailed shadowy clusters +of violets, stamped upon the crêpe with an art +known only to the Chinese. +</p> +<p> +“Where did you find it, General?” she gasped, as +she held up the lovely, shimmering frock for her +captain and Ronny to see. “I never expected to +own a dream gown like this.” +</p> +<p> +“It is a spring poem in shades,” declared Ronny, +lightly touching an end of the sash. “I can guess +where it came from. Only a high-grade Chinese +bazaar could furnish a gown of its kind. There are +a few such shops west of the Mississippi. I never +saw a gown so beautiful as this one even in San +Francisco.” +</p> +<p> +“It did not come from a shop. A Chinese merchant +sent to China for it as a gift to Marjorie. In +Denver I have a good friend, Mah Waeo, the last +of an ancient Chinese house. He looks like an +Eastern nobleman in carved ivory. He is a fine +elderly man of irreproachable business and social +reputation. He is a tea merchant and has great +wealth. He lives very simply and spends most of +his business gains in trying to educate and uplift +his own people. We have been fast friends for fifteen +years.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_63'></a>63</span> +</p> +<p> +“I am familiar with that type of Chinese,” Ronny +spoke eagerly. “At home, Father and I have a +good Chinese friend, too; Sieguf Tah. He lives +alone on the smallest of his fruit ranches and acts +as a benevolent father to all the China boys around +there. The China boys, as they like to be called, are +faithful, wise, intelligent and industrious. Best of +all, they are strictly honest.” +</p> +<p> +“I hope Mah Waeo will sometime make us a +visit. I suppose you must have often invited him, +General. He was a perfect dear to take such pains +for a present for me.” Marjorie raised a radiant +face to her father. “All this is about the nicest surprise +you ever gave me. I can’t help liking my +spring poem gown best of all. I shall write to Mah +Waeo and tell him so and ask him myself to please +make us a visit someday.” +</p> +<p> +“I don’t see how we are going to pack all these +new treasures in your two trunks,” Mrs. Dean practically +interposed. “We shall have to do some skilful +managing.” +</p> +<p> +“They simply all <em>must</em> go,” decreed Marjorie. “I +couldn’t leave one behind.” +</p> +<p> +“Which reminds me that I have something for +you and Captain which I brought from the Golden +West and have been saving until an appropriate, +moment. With your gracious permission, I will +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_64'></a>64</span> +retire and return anon, as the old-style novelists +loved to write.” +</p> +<p> +Attired in a full, half-fitted morning gown of soft +white silk, Ronny spread her arms, bowed down to +the floor, East Indian fashion, and made a quick +backward exit from the room. +</p> +<p> +“I am going to make Ronny dance for us tonight,” +planned Marjorie. “She isn’t going to pack +that frock she has on. It will be a perfect dancing +costume. We will have a little home party tonight; +just the four of us. No; five. I want Delia to be +with us, too. I’ve grown up under Delia’s wing. +She has always worked so hard to do her best for +me whenever I have had a party, and she’s been so +good to me in all ways.” +</p> +<p> +“By all means let us have Delia at our party,” +heartily indorsed Mr. Dean. “I shall ask her to +dance the minuet with me. Do you think there will +be music? I hope some one will be able to play a +minuet fit to be heard. Did I hear you say that you +had practised occasionally this summer?” +</p> +<p> +“No, you didn’t, you old tease!” Marjorie +sprang to her feet and made a rush at her general. +</p> +<p> +“Careful! I’m very fragile,” he protested. Then +he caught her in his strong arms and held her close. +Her face buried against his shoulder, Marjorie +knew that her father had loosed one arm from +around her and drawn Captain into the circle of it +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_65'></a>65</span> +</p> +<p> +Thus Veronica found them when she returned +with her love offerings. She halted in the doorway, +her face alight with tenderness for these three who +had succeeded more nearly than any other persons +she had ever known in living the ideal family life. +</p> +<p> +In her hand Ronny held two small black leather +cases. The one contained a ring of pure gold, artistically +chased with a running vine, and set with one +large, perfect sapphire. This was intended for Marjorie. +For Mrs. Dean she had bought a gold and +pearl pin of ancient Peruvian handiwork. Both +pieces of jewelry were from an old Spanish collection. +She had bought them at a private sale in San +Leandro for her friends and now delighted to add +her tribute to Marjorie’s happiness. +</p> +<p> +Standing very still in the doorway, her eyes meditatively +sought the cases in her hand. Then she +turned and stole noiselessly away from the little +scene of adoration. Ronny knew that Marjorie was +taking her real farewell of her general and captain. +</p> +<h2><a name='chVIII' id='chVIII'></a>CHAPTER VIII.—THE FIVE TRAVELERS.</h2> +<p> +“Hamilton, did you say? Lead me to it.” +Jerry Macy opened her eyes and peered through the +car window with revived interest. For an hour or +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_66'></a>66</span> +more she had been leaning back against the high +green plush car seat dozing lightly. It was now +five o’clock in the afternoon and active Jerry was +feeling the strain of sitting still, hour after hour. +</p> +<p> +“No; I didn’t say Hamilton.” Muriel gently +tweaked Jerry’s ear. “Wake up, sleepy head. That +station we just passed was Harcourt Hill. What +comes next?” Muriel opened a time table and frowningly +perused it. “It’s hard to remember the names +of these little stations. Now where was I at? Oh, +yes; Harcourt Hill. Next comes Palmer; then +Tresholme. After that, West Hamilton, and then +Hamilton. Hamilton is the first stop this express +makes, thank goodness!” +</p> +<p> +“Muriel, you have really been invaluable to us on +this journey. Allow me to decorate you.” Ronny +leaned forward and pinned a huge lace-paper rosette +on the obliging Lookout. “Wear this for my sake.” +</p> +<p> +While Muriel had been industriously engaged in +calling out the stations, Ronny had hastily ripped a +piece of decorative lace-paper from a half emptied +box of candied fruit, which the travelers had shared, +and busied herself with it. The result of her effort +she now generously tendered Muriel. +</p> +<p> +“I will—not.” Muriel intercepted the rosette +before it found a place on the lapel of her brown +taffeta traveling coat and crumpled it in her hand. +“No such decorations for me when I’m so near +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_67'></a>67</span> +Hamilton. Suppose I forgot about it and wore it +off the train. Some college wag would be sure to +see it and post me in the grind book. Freshmen are +good material for grinds. Remember that and keep +your old rosettes out of sight.” +</p> +<p> +“What would be written about you?” asked +Lucy Warner curiously. “I can’t see anything in +that to write about.” +</p> +<p> +“Don’t think for a minute that enough couldn’t +be found in one foolish old paper rosette to make +me feel silly for a half term, at least. I don’t know +what the method of teasing me would be. I do +know that I am not going to give strange students +a chance to try it.” +</p> +<p> +“Then I shall hardly dare answer anyone, even +if I am first addressed.” Lucy fixed her green eyes +on Muriel with an expression of alarm. +</p> +<p> +Muriel burst out laughing as she met the steady +stare. She had never taken prim Lucy seriously. +Lucy’s austere solemnity always had an hilarious +effect on keen-witted Muriel. Coupled with a direct +stare from those peculiar greenish eyes, Muriel invariably +felt a strong desire to laugh when in her +presence. As a result, there was no strain between +the two, as was the case with the majority of the +Lookouts and Lucy. +</p> +<p> +“You had better be very, <em>very</em> careful,” warned +Muriel with simulated cautiousness. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_68'></a>68</span> +</p> +<p> +“I intend to be. I may not even speak to you, +once I am on the campus,” was the retort. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, it will be safe to speak to me,” Muriel +assured. “You may even speak to others when you +are spoken to and be safe. You are not strictly of +the information-bureau type. Don’t worry about +being afraid of the Hamiltonites. They will probably +stand in awe of you.” +</p> +<p> +“What is all this advice you are giving Lucy?” +From across the aisle Marjorie leaned toward the +quartette in the double seat. “Since it was my turn +to be exiled across the aisle, I’ve lost a lot of pearls +of speech.” +</p> +<p> +As only four could occupy the double seat, the +five girls had arranged on entraining, to take turns +sitting in the seat opposite their own. This was +somewhat lonely for the fifth member of the party. +The exclusive isolation of the chair car had not +found favor with them. They preferred the more +democratic day coach where they could be together. +While Marjorie could catch little of Muriel’s remarks +to Lucy, she knew by the half-amused smile +on Lucy’s face that she was being chaffed and enjoying +it. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, I am simply reassuring Lucy. Now that we +are almost in sight of our Mecca, she is beginning +to be scared.” +</p> +<p> +“A nice kind of reassurance,” scoffed Lucy. “She +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_69'></a>69</span> +just finished telling me the grind hunters would lie +in wait for me and to look out for them.” +</p> +<p> +“We’ll protect you, Lucy,” promised Marjorie +lightly. “When we leave the train we will walk +two on each side of you. Then you will be safe +from——” +</p> +<p> +“Stretch-your-necks, wags and grind hunters,” +supplied Jerry, now sufficiently aroused to join in +the conversation. +</p> +<p> +“Something like that. So glad to have you with +us again, Jeremiah. We must have bored you terribly +or you wouldn’t have gone to sleep.” Marjorie +had adopted Muriel’s methods. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, I can’t say I was bored more than usual,” +drawled Jerry, with a languid wave of her hand. +“You are all about the same as ever. No relief in +sight before next June. I must do the best I can. +In the words of good old Proffy Fontaine: ‘No +wan can do mo-rr-rr!’” Jerry’s imitation of the +sorely-tried French professor evoked a chorus of +reminiscent giggles. +</p> +<p> +“Much obliged for your high opinion of our society,” +said Veronica. “All we can do is to trail +around after you, hopeful that someday you will +discover how brilliant we really are.” +</p> +<p> +“You may hope,” graciously permitted Jerry. +“If I discover signs of brilliancy sprouting in any +of you, I’ll let you know instantly. I won’t keep +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_70'></a>70</span> +the precious knowledge to myself. There’s nothing +stingy about me.” +</p> +<p> +“Thank you, thank you,” was the united, grateful +answer, ending in a burst of low-toned laughter +which caused several older persons to smile indulgently +upon the bevy of merry-faced girls. +</p> +<p> +Nine o’clock that morning had seen the five travelers +to Hamilton playing their parts at the Sanford +station, surrounded by their families and a number +of devoted friends. It was not a large crowd that +had gathered at the nine-twenty train, but it was a +loyal one. +</p> +<p> +Marjorie had felt very sad and solemn during +that last brief wait for the train which was to bear +her from home and her own. When it had arrived +she had made brave farewells to her captain and +general. She had fought hard to keep a smile on +her face. Complete control of her emotions returned +from a sudden mishap to Jerry. An unexpected +jarring of the train threw Jerry off her +balance as she was about to deposit a traveling bag +in the rack above her head. With a forward lurch, +she described a wavering semi-circle in the air with +the bag. Banging it down on Muriel’s lap, she +sprawled helplessly between Muriel and Veronica. +</p> +<p> +Her timely spill turned the tide of mourning into +mirth. Marjorie forgot her sadness, for the time +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_71'></a>71</span> +being, in listening with laughter to Jerry’s scathing +remarks on the subject of trains. +</p> +<p> +Now, after the greater part of the day spent on +the cars, the somewhat tired Lookouts were nearing +their journey’s end. Fifteen minutes and the town +of Hamilton would be reached. Marjorie was wondering, +as she idly glimpsed the passing scenery +from the car window, if there were many other +Hamilton-bound girls on the train. There were +only one or two young girls besides her party in +the car they were occupying. +</p> +<p> +“West Hamilton, children,” announced Muriel +oracularly. “Observe, if you please, the charming +beauty of this little burg.” She took on the tone of +a hired guide. “One of the most picturesque spots +in the United States. We will pretend it is, anyway.” +</p> +<p> +“Nothing like having a vivid imagination,” murmured +Ronny. +</p> +<p> +“Quite true Miss Lynne,” beamed Muriel. “So +glad you appreciate my abilities. You are so different +in that respect from some girls.” She fixed a +significant eye upon Jerry, who merely grinned lazily. +“Before I go further in expiating on the scenery +of this place, one quarter, please, all around. +You pay me another quarter after you’ve seen the +town. Just recall that it takes breath and patience +to be a successful guide.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_72'></a>72</span> +</p> +<p> +“Yes, I guess so,” scoffed Jerry. “Kindly tell +me where you get the word <em>guide</em> as applying to +you. A guide is one who guides. All your guiding +is done in your mind. I wouldn’t pay ten cents to +see this town at present. I can see it later for nothing. +On to Hamilton! That’s my watchword.” +</p> +<p> +“I couldn’t see much of it, guide or no guide,” +remarked Lucy. “The train went so fast, I’m +amazed that Muriel could see it well enough to +describe the scenery.” +</p> +<p> +“That’s something we will let Guide Muriel explain +before she collects any of our precious quarters,” +decreed Jerry. +</p> +<p> +“I’ll do no explaining, and don’t you call me +Guide Muriel. Start that and it will stick to me. +I can’t shake it off as I did that old rosette. I see +that you and Ronny are determined to make trouble +for me. I think I had better keep very quiet from +now on.” +</p> +<p> +“Just think what a restful time we might all have +had if you had only decided to do that an hour or +two earlier,” declared Jerry regretfully. “As it is, +we are so tired. I suppose you must be tired, too?” +She beamed questioningly on Muriel, who beamed +on her in satirical return, wholly unabashed. +</p> +<p> +“We are five weary travelers,” said Veronica, +“about to be dumped down in the strange country +of college.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_73'></a>73</span> +</p> +<p> +“I like that idea,” approved Lucy Warner, with +the sudden crispness which marked her speech. “I +like to fancy us as five travelers in the country of +college. We might call ourselves that.” Her eyes +darkened with the interest of her own suggestion. +“I mean, just in private. There is a certain touch +of romance about it that pleases me.” +</p> +<p> +“I like it, too, Lucy,” commended Muriel. “I +know something we could do as the five travelers, +too. Once a week we could meet in one another’s +rooms, in the evening, and we could each tell how +everything has been for us during the week. Whatever +happens, we could agree to keep strictly to ourselves +until then. That is, unless it were something +that had to be settled at once. In that way we +would be certain to keep clear of any silly misunderstandings +among ourselves. Close friends that +we are, none of us is infallible, you know. We +know we are not going to quarrel, of course, but a +misunderstanding is different. It crops up when +you least expect it.” +</p> +<p> +“I’m filled with admiration for you, clever Muriel,” +praised Veronica. “I wish you hadn’t ruined +that pretty rosette I made you. I would decorate +you all over again. Shall we become the United +Order of the Five Travelers? We shall. Our +rooms will serve as a wayside inn where we shall +gather to tell our tales of joy, woe or adventure. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_74'></a>74</span> +Do tell Marjorie about it. There she sits by her +sweet little self, with no idea of the great work +going on under her very nose. Here, I’ll tell her +myself.” +</p> +<p> +Slipping past Muriel, Ronny crossed the aisle and +touched Marjorie on the shoulder. Unable to hear +with comfort what was being said by her chums, +Marjorie had briefly leaned back in her chair and +closed her eyes. The excitement of the day was +beginning to tell on her. She was feeling dispirited. +What a long time it had been since she had +said good-bye to Captain and General! And yet it +was now only late afternoon of the same day. +</p> +<p> +“Move over,” genially ordered Ronny. “I’ve +something to report, Lieutenant, and only about five +minutes to report it in. We are in sight of the fateful +town of Hamilton.” +</p> +<p> +Marjorie obeyed the order, brightening visibly at +Ronny’s invasion. “I saw you four with your +heads together,” she returned. “I knew something +was stirring.” +</p> +<p> +“I beg to inform you that you are now a member +of the United Order of the Five Travelers,” Ronny +announced, dropping her arm over Marjorie’s +shoulder. Rapidly she repeated what had been +talked over across the aisle. Marjorie listened in +absorption. Her quick brain instantly grasped the +value of the project from its ethical side. It would +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_75'></a>75</span> +be good for all of them, she thought, to have these +little confidence sessions. It would be the very best +thing in the world for Lucy. +</p> +<p> +“Hamilton! Hamil-lton-n-n!” The stentorian +call echoed through the car. Their interest centered +on the new idea, both girls were startled by +the brakeman’s loud tones. +</p> +<p> +“I must gather up my luggage.” Ronny sprang +up and hurriedly sought her own seat with: “More +later about the Five Travelers.” +</p> +<p> +Marjorie nodded and began mechanically to +gather up her own luggage. It consisted of a suit +case and a smart leather hand bag across the aisle. +The box of candied fruit, presented to her by Mr. +La Salle, was going the rounds for the last time. +It had been mischievously started by Muriel and +smilingly declined by three canny freshmen. +</p> +<p> +“You don’t catch me marching out of the train +with my mouth full of candy, looking as though I +were about seven years old,” was Jerry’s decided +stand. “Go ahead. Eat some yourself, Muriel.” +</p> +<p> +“I don’t think it would be polite to eat all of Marjorie’s +candy,” declined Muriel. +</p> +<p> +“The delicate consideration of that girl! Ahem! +Here’s your candy, Sweet Marjoram.” Reaching +over, Jerry deposited it on Marjorie’s seat. “Now +for a first timid look at Collegeburg!” As the train +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_76'></a>76</span> +began to slow down for a dead stop, Jerry peered +curiously out of the car window. +</p> +<p> +From her own window, Marjorie was also casting +her first glances at the Hamilton station. Like +the stations of exclusive suburban towns, adjacent +to large cities, this one had two separate station +buildings; one for outgoing and the other for incoming +trains. The two connected by a stone passage-way +underneath, ascent or descent made possible +by a short flight of stone steps at each end of +the passage. +</p> +<p> +As it happened, Marjorie had been sitting on the +side of the car that faced toward the outgoing trains. +In consequence, her first impression of Hamilton +was a blank. She had expected to see groups of +girls in white and light-colored gowns walking up +and down the platform. She had looked forward +to a scene of moving color and young life. Now +all she saw was a platform, empty save for an +elderly man, who was leading a little boy of perhaps +five or six years along it. This surely was not the +Hamilton of her dreams. +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_77'></a>77</span><a name='chIX' id='chIX'></a>CHAPTER IX.—A DISAPPOINTMENT AND A FRIEND.</h2> +<p> +A moment later she was moving out of the train +with her chums, smiling over her recent flat sense +of disappointment. A glance out of a window on +the opposite side of the car had proved reassuring. +On the platform toward which she and her friends +were directing their steps were girls in abundance. +</p> +<p> +“Look at the mob!” Jerry made this low-tone +exclamation over her shoulder as she went down +the car steps. +</p> +<p> +Soon the Five Travelers had left the car behind +them and become a part of the throng on the station +platform. Unconsciously they drew together in a +compact, little bunch, somewhat as a quintette of +homeless kittens might have done, who had been +thrown out on a very big, inhospitable world to +wonder what was going to happen to them next. +</p> +<p> +There they continued to stand for at least three +minutes, each busily forming her own opinions of +this particular feature of college life. Two girls who +had left the train just ahead of them had already +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_78'></a>78</span> +been pounced upon by a group of their friends and +whisked off the platform. At the right of them a +tall, dignified girl in glasses was shaking hands +warmly with three welcoming friends. She looked +as though she might be a senior. It was not until +long afterward that Marjorie learned that she was +a prospective freshman who failed ignominiously in +her entrance examinations and left Hamilton, disconsolate. +</p> +<p> +The longer they stood and watched what went on +around them, the more it became enforced upon +them that there was a welcome for everyone but +themselves. +</p> +<p> +“I am afraid they didn’t get our telegram,” commented +Jerry, with a degree of sarcasm that bespoke +her contempt for everything she had ever heard or +read of college hospitality and tradition. +</p> +<p> +“Our telegram? Why, did you send a——? Oh, +I see.” Muriel Harding shrewdly surveyed the +scene before her, a glint of belligerence in her eyes. +</p> +<p> +“Of course I didn’t send a telegram. Can’t you +tell when I am sarcastic? I supposed I was extremely +sarcastic just then. I’ll have to try again.” +The fact of being ignored by the upper class students +of Hamilton had not disturbed Jerry’s ever +ready sense of humor. +</p> +<p> +“Come on, girls.” Ronny spoke almost authoritatively. +“We know our destination is Wayland +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_79'></a>79</span> +Hall and it is on the campus. We can find a taxicab +easily enough. We don’t have to wait for a +reception committee, apparently not on duty today.” +</p> +<p> +“Shades of the Students’ Aid where art thou?” +declaimed Marjorie, the tiniest touch of satire in the +remark. +</p> +<p> +“Humph! I must say that I am not so particular +about that minus welcome. Fortunately we are +neither children nor idiots. I think we can find our +way without any help.” +</p> +<p> +With this sturdy assertion Jerry lifted her suitcase +from the platform and gazed defiantly about +her. The others followed her example, and the five +girls headed for a short set of stone steps at the +back of the platform which formed an exit from the +station premises. In order to reach the steps they +had to wind their way in and out of the groups of +young women which filled the platform. Several +pairs of bright eyes were turned on them for the +conventional, well-bred second, yet none came forward +to speak to them. +</p> +<p> +As Veronica had predicted, it was no trouble to +find a taxicab. Two or three dark blue cabs, belonging +to the railroad company, were drawn up in +the open space behind the station. Selecting the +first one they came to, Veronica gave the driver the +address, and the Five Travelers stepped into the +automobile. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_80'></a>80</span> +</p> +<p> +As they drove out of the station yard they passed +a large gray car driving in. It was filled to overflowing +with girls, all of them in high spirits. Marjorie +noted as the car glided by her that the girl at +the wheel was particularly attractive. Even a passing +glance revealed that fact. A little ache tugged +at her heart. It seemed rather hard that they +should have been so utterly ignored. +</p> +<p> +“Now that I’ve seen some of these dear little +children of our Alma Mater, I’m better pleased with +myself than ever. Let me tell you one thing and +that isn’t two,” Jerry paused impressively, “they +need reforming badly. But don’t you ask me to +tackle the job. I feel in my aristocratic bones that +I owe it to myself to be very exclusive this year; +and <em>I am going to be it</em>.” +</p> +<p> +“I don’t care to know anyone except you girls.” +Lucy Warner looked almost pleased at the prospect +of forming no new acquaintances at college. +</p> +<p> +“I don’t like the idea of being slighted,” Muriel +complained. “I can’t say that I expected to have a +fuss made over me. Still, we Lookouts have been +at the head of things so much in Sanford High that +it hurts to be passed by entirely. Besides, I wish to +like college. I would not be content to go on all +year without meeting <em>some</em> pleasant girls with +whom I could be friendly. You know what I +mean.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_81'></a>81</span> +</p> +<p> +Muriel looked almost appealingly about her. The +five girls had tucked themselves into the tonneau of +the machine, three on the main seat and two occupying +the small chair-like stools opposite. Her eyes +rested last on Marjorie whose meditative expression +promised support. +</p> +<p> +Thus far, none of the travelers had paid the +slightest attention to the clean, well laid out town +of Hamilton through which they were passing. +They were too wholly concerned at the utter lack +of courtesy which had been accorded them. It +brushed Veronica least of all. Her experience of +the previous year had made her case-hardened. +While Lucy was not anxious to make new acquaintances, +she did not like to see the others ignored. +Jerry, Muriel and Marjorie had, however, been cut +to the quick. +</p> +<p> +“I feel queer over it,” was Marjorie’s candid admission. +“It is just as though some one had given +poor old Hamilton College a hard slap. It is not +according to the tradition of any really fine college +to forego hospitality. Why, you will recall, Ronny, +Miss Archer was telling us that one of the oldest +traditions of Hamilton was ‘Remember the stranger +within thy gates.’ I thought that so beautiful. Different +girls I know, who have gone to college, have +told me that there was always a committee of students +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_82'></a>82</span> +to meet the principal trains and make things +comfortable for entering freshmen. +</p> +<p> +“We didn’t go about matters scientifically,” Jerry +asserted. “We should have seen to it that the railroad +company posted a large bulletin in front of +the station announcing us something like this: +‘Sanford High School takes pleasure in announcing +the arrival at Hamilton, on the five-fifty train, +of the following galaxy of shining stars: Veronica +Browning Lynne, Millionairess; Lucy Eleanor +Warner, Valedictorian, i. e., extra brilliant; Muriel +Harding, Howling Beauty and Basketball Artist; +Marjorie Dean, Marvelous Manager of Everyone; +Jeremiah Macy, Politician and Fat Girl. A full +turn out of all college societies and classes is requested +in order to fitly welcome this noted quintette. +Orchestra take notice. Brass Band must be +present in dress uniform.’” +</p> +<p> +Jerry drew a long breath as she concluded, then +giggled softly as the absurdity of her own conception +struck her. +</p> +<p> +“Honestly, Jerry Macy, you are the limit. Do +you or do you not care that nobody has cared +enough for us to show us the ordinary college courtesies?” +Muriel’s question was half laughing, half +vexed. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, I am not made of wood,” Jerry retorted. +“Still I am not so grieved that I won’t be able to +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_83'></a>83</span> +eat my dinner, provided the doors of Wayland Hall +aren’t slammed in our faces. By the way, what +does this town look like? I have been so busy with +our united sorrows that I forgot to inspect it.” +</p> +<p> +Jerry turned her attention to the broad, smooth +street through which the taxicab was passing. They +were traveling through the prettiest part of Hamilton, +the handsome stone residences on each side of +the street with the close-cropped stretches of lawn, +denoting the presence of luxury. Against the vivid +green of the grass, scarlet sage flaunted its gorgeous +color in carefully laid out bed or border. Cannas, +dahlias and caladiums lent tropical effect to middle-state +topography. Here and there the early varieties +of garden chrysanthemums were in bloom, their +pink, white and bronze beauty adding to the glorious +color schemes which autumn knows best how to +paint. Nor did the little piles of fallen leaves that +dotted the lawns, brown heaps against the green, +detract from the picture. +</p> +<p> +Continuing for some distance along the street +which was now claiming their attention, the car +turned into another street, equally ornamental. Soon +they noticed that the houses were growing farther +apart and more after the fashion of country estates. +There were immense sweeps of velvety lawn, shaded +by trees large and small of numerous variety. The +residences, too, were veritable castles. Situated far +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_84'></a>84</span> +back from the thoroughfare, they were often just +visible through their protecting leafy screen. +</p> +<p> +“We can’t be far from Hamilton.” It was Veronica +who broke the brief silence that had fallen on +them as their appreciative eyes took in the beauty +spread lavishly along their route. “The Hamilton +bulletin says the college is a little over two miles +from the station. These beautiful country houses, +that we have been passing, belong to what is called +the Hamilton Estates, I imagine. The bulletin +speaks of the Hamilton Estates in describing the +college, you know.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes; it said that Brooke Hamilton, the founder +of Hamilton College, once owned all the country +around here. One of these estates is called Hamilton +Arms,” supplemented Marjorie. “It said so +little about this Brooke Hamilton. I would have +liked to know more of his history. He must have +been a true gentleman of the old school. It mentions +that many of the finest traditions of Hamilton +College were oft repeated sayings of his. So he +must have been a noble man.” +</p> +<p> +“Well, I am only sorry that he wasn’t on hand +to welcome us,” regretted Jerry, the irrepressible. +“Now you needn’t be shocked at my levity. I meant +seriously that he was really needed today.” +</p> +<p> +“Look!” The single word of exclamation from +Lucy centered all eyes to where she was pointing. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_85'></a>85</span> +</p> +<p> +Upon their view had burst the wide, gently undulating +green slopes of Hamilton Campus. While +the grounds surrounding the majority of institutions +of learning are laid out with an eye to the +decorative, Hamilton campus has a peculiar, living +charm of its own that perhaps none other has ever +possessed. It is not that its thick short grass grows +any greener than that of other campuses. Still it +is more pleasing to the eye. The noble growth of +elm, beech and maple, shading the lawns at graceful +distances apart carries a personality that one feels +but can hardly express by description. +</p> +<p> +Ornamental shrubs there are in tasteful plenty, +but not in profusion. It is as though nothing grows +on that immense, rolling tract of land that is not +necessary to the picture formed by natural beauty +and intensified by intelligent landscape-gardening. +Even the stately gray stone buildings, which stand +out at intervals on the broad field of green, bear the +same stamp of individuality. +</p> +<p> +“It is wonderful!” Lucy spoke in an awed voice. +The majesty of the scene had gripped her hard. +</p> +<p> +“How beautiful!” The spell was on Ronny, too. +She was gazing across the emerald stretches with +half-closed, worshipping eyes. “My own dear West +is wonderful, but there is something about this that +touches one’s heart. I never feel quite that way +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_86'></a>86</span> +when I look out at the mountains or the California +valleys, dear as they are to me.” +</p> +<p> +“I love it all!” Marjorie’s wide brown eyes had +grown larger with emotion. She was meeting for +the first time one that would later be her steadfast +friend, changing only from one beauty to another—Hamilton +Campus. +</p> +<h2><a name='chX' id='chX'></a>CHAPTER X.—AN AMIABLE SOPHOMORE.</h2> +<p> +“I cannot really help but feel that there must +have been a mistake about our being ignored at the +station.” Marjorie made this hopeful remark just +as the taxicab passed through a wide driveway and +swung into a drive that wound a circuitous course +about the campus. “It is hard to believe that any +student of this beloved old college wouldn’t be ready +and willing to look after freshman strays like us.” +</p> +<p> +“I am afraid times have changed since Mr. +Brooke Hamilton laid down the laws of courtesy,” +Veronica made sceptical reply. “Beg your pardon, +Sweet Marjoram, I should not have said that. I +am just as much in love with Hamilton Campus as +you are. I regret to say, I haven’t the same generous +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_87'></a>87</span> +faith in Hamilton’s upper classmen. There +has been a shirking of duty somewhere among +them. I know a receiving committee when I see +one, and there was none on that station platform, +for I took a good look over it. I saw a number of +students greeting others that they had come to the +station purposely to meet, but that is all. Sounds +disagreeably positive, doesn’t it? I do not mean to +be so, though.” +</p> +<p> +“I can’t blame you for the way you feel about +the whole business, Ronny,” Marjorie returned. +“We had all looked forward to the pleasure of being +taken under the wing of a friendly upper class girl +until we knew our way about a little. Well, it +didn’t happen, so there is no use in my mourning +or spurting or worrying about it. I am going to +forget it.” +</p> +<p> +“‘’Twere wiser to forget,’” quoted Ronny. Her +brief irritation vanishing, her face broke into smiling +beauty. “‘Don’t give up the ship.’ That’s +another quotation, appropriate to you, Marjorie. +You aren’t going to let such grouches as Jeremiah +and I spoil your belief in the absent sophs and +juniors. The seniors usually leave the welcoming +job to them. Of course, there are a few seniors +who have the freshmen’s welfare upon their consciences.” +</p> +<p> +The taxicab was now slowing down for a stop +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_88'></a>88</span> +before a handsome four-story house of gray stone. +It stood on what might be termed the crest of the +campus, almost on a level with a very large building, +a hundred rods away, which the newcomers +guessed to be Hamilton Hall. An especially roomy +and ornamental veranda extended around three +sides of the first story of the house. Its tasteful +wicker and willow chairs and tables, and large, comfortable-looking +porch swings made it appear decidedly +attractive to the somewhat disillusioned arriving +party. Their new home, at least, was not a +disappointment. +</p> +<p> +The lawns about the house were no less beautiful +with autumn glory than those they had already +seen. Marjorie in particular was charmed by the +profusion of chrysanthemums, the small, old-fashioned +variety of garden blooms. There were thick, +blossoming clumps of them at the rounding corners +of the veranda. They stood in the sturdy, colorful +array as borders to two wide walks that led away +from entrances to the Hall on both sides. At the +left of the Hall, toward the rear of it, was an oblong +bed of them, looking old-fashioned enough in +its compact formation to have been planted by +Brooke Hamilton himself. +</p> +<p> +The drive led straight up to the house, stopping +in an open space in front of the veranda, wide +enough to permit an automobile to turn comfortably. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_89'></a>89</span> +It was here that the Five Travelers alighted, +bag and baggage. +</p> +<p> +“I wonder if we are early at college. The place +seems to be deserted. Maybe our fellow residents +are at dinner. No, they are not. It is only twenty +minutes past six.” Jerry consulted her wrist watch. +“The Hamilton bulletin states the dinner hour at +Wayland Hall to be at six-thirty until the first of +November. After that six o’clock until the first of +April; then back to six-thirty again.” +</p> +<p> +“It would not surprise me to hear that a good +share of the students who live at Wayland Hall had +not yet returned. According to our valued bulletin,—we +have to fall back on it for information,—Wayland +Hall is the oldest campus house. That +would make it desirable in the eyes of upper class +girls. We were fortunate to obtain reservations +here.” +</p> +<p> +They had crossed the open space in front of the +house and mounted the steps. As they reached the +doorway a girl stepped out of it. So sudden was +her appearance that she narrowly missed colliding +with the arrivals. She had evidently hurried out of +a reception room at the left of the hall. Passing +through the hall or coming down the open staircase +she would have seen the group before reaching the +door. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, I beg your pardon,” she apologized, viewing +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_90'></a>90</span> +the newcomers out of a pair of very blue, non-curious +eyes. “I never pay proper attention to where +I am going. I was so busy thinking about an examination +I must take tomorrow that I forgot where +I was. I’ll have to stop now for a second to remember +what I started out to do,” she added ruefully, +her face breaking into a roguish smile which displayed +two pronounced dimples. +</p> +<p> +Instantly the hearts of the Five Travelers warmed +toward her. Her dimples brought back fond memories +of Susan Atwell. She was quite a tall girl, +five feet, seven inches, at least, and very slender. +Her hair was a pale flaxen and fluffed out naturally, +worn severely back from her low forehead +though it was. Her one-piece frock of white wash +satin gave her a likeness to a tall white June lily, +nodding contentedly on a sturdy stem. +</p> +<p> +“I wonder if I can be of service to you,” she said +quickly. Courtesy had not deserted her. <em>She</em> could, +it seemed, pay proper attention to the needs of the +stranger. +</p> +<p> +“I wish you would be so kind as to tell us where +we will find Miss Remson. We are entering freshmen, +and are to live at Wayland Hall.” Marjorie +introduced herself and friends to the other girl, stating +also from whence they had come. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, you are the Sanford crowd!” exclaimed the +girl. “Why, Miss Weyman was to meet you at the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_91'></a>91</span> +train! She went down to the garage for her car. +Two sophomores from her club, the Sans Soucians, +were to go down with her to the five-fifty train. +They left here in plenty of time for I saw them go. +They must have missed making connections with +you somehow. I forgot to introduce myself. I am +Helen Trent of the sophomore class.” +</p> +<p> +The Lookouts having expressed their pleasure in +meeting this amiable member of the sophomore +class, Miss Trent led the way inside and ushered +them into the reception room. It was a medium-sized +room, done in two shades of soft brown and +furnished with a severely beautiful set of golden +oak, upholstered in brown leather. The library +table was littered with current magazines, giving +the apartment the appearance of a physician’s receiving +room. +</p> +<p> +Seized by a sudden thought, Jerry turned to their +new acquaintance and asked: “Does the Miss Weyman +you spoke of drive a large gray car?” +</p> +<p> +“Why, yes.” Helen Trent opened her blue eyes +a trifle wider in patent surprise. She was speculating +as to whether it would be within bounds to +inquire how the questioner had come by her knowledge. +</p> +<p> +Jerry saved her the interrogation. “Then we +saw her, just as we drove out of the station yard. +She was driving this gray car I mentioned. It +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_92'></a>92</span> +looked to me like a French car. There must have +been seven or eight girls in it besides herself.” +</p> +<p> +“It was Natalie you saw. There isn’t another +car like hers here at Hamilton. It is a French +car.” +</p> +<p> +Jerry turned to Marjorie, a positive grin over-spreading +her plump face. “Right you were, wise +Marjorie, about the mistake business. Perhaps +time may restore our shattered faith in the Hamiltonites. +What did you say Veronica?” She beamed +mischievously at Ronny. +</p> +<p> +“I did not say a single word,” retorted Ronny. +“I am glad Marjorie was right, though.” +</p> +<p> +Helen Trent stood listening, her eyes betraying +frank amusement at Jerry, her dimples threatening +to break out again. +</p> +<p> +“We were a little bit disappointed because not a +soul spoke to us after we left the train. We had +looked forward to having a few Hamilton upper +classmen, if only one or two, speak to us. Perhaps +we were silly to expect it. To me it seemed one of +the nicest features of going to college. I said I +thought there must have been a mistake about no +one meeting us. That is what Geraldine meant.” +</p> +<p> +Marjorie made this explanation with the candor +of a child. Her brown eyes met Helen’s so sweetly +and yet so steadfastly, as she talked, that the sophomore +thought her the prettiest girl she had ever +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_93'></a>93</span> +seen. Helen’s sympathies had enlisted toward the +entire five. Even Lucy Warner had struck her as +a girl of great individuality. A slow smile touched +the corners of her lips, seemingly the only outward +manifestation of some inner cogitation that was +mildly amusing. +</p> +<p> +“I am glad, too, that it was a mistake,” she said, +her face dropping again into its soft placidity. +“We wish our freshmen friends to think well of us. +We sophs are only a year ahead of you. It is particularly +our duty to help the freshmen when first +they come to Hamilton. I would have gone down +to the station today to meet you but Natalie Weyman +took it upon herself. I have this special exam to +take. I have been preparing for it this summer. It +is in trigonometry. I failed in that subject last term +and had to make it up this vacation. I only hope +I pass in it tomorrow. Br-r-r-r! the very idea +makes me shiver.” +</p> +<p> +“I hope you will, I am sure.” It was Ronny who +expressed this sincere wish. She had quickly decided +that she approved of Helen Trent. Certainly +there was nothing snobbish about her. She showed +every mark of gentle breeding. +</p> +<p> +“I am afraid we may be keeping you from what +you were about to do when we stopped you.” Lucy +Warner had stepped to the fore much to the secret +amazement of her friends. A stickler for duty, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_94'></a>94</span> +Lucy’s training as secretary had taught her the +value of time. During that period that she spent in +Miss Archer’s office, her own time had been so seriously +encroached upon that she had made a resolution +never to waste that of others. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, no; I can pick up my own affairs again, +later. None of them are important except my +exam, and I am not going to worry over that. If +you will excuse me, I will go and find Miss Remson. +She will assign you to your rooms. Dinner is on +now. There goes the bell. It is later this one +week; at a quarter to seven, on account of returning +students. It’s on until a quarter to eight. Beginning +next week, it will be on at precisely half-past +six and off at half-past seven. After that you +go hungry, or else to Baretti’s or the Colonial. +Both are quite near here. No more explanation +now, but action.” +</p> +<p> +With a pleasant little nod the sophomore left the +reception room in search of Miss Remson, the manager +of Wayland Hall. She left behind her, however, +an atmosphere of friendliness and cheer that +went far toward dispelling the late cloud of having +been either purposely or carelessly overlooked. +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_95'></a>95</span><a name='chXI' id='chXI'></a>CHAPTER XI.—SETTLING DOWN AT WAYLAND HALL.</h2> +<p> +“Yes; to be sure. I have the correspondence +from all of you Sanford girls. I think there has +been no mistake concerning your rooms. Just a +moment.” +</p> +<p> +Miss Remson, a small, wiry-looking woman with +a thin, pleasant face and partially gray hair, bustled +to a door, situated at the lower end of the room. +Thrown open, it disclosed a small, inner apartment, +evidently doing duty as the manager’s office. Seating +herself before a flat-topped oak desk, she +opened an upper drawer and took from it a fat, +black, cloth-covered book. Consulting it, she rose +and returned with it in her hand. +</p> +<p> +“Miss Dean and Miss Macy made application for +one room together, Miss Harding for a single room, +provided a classmate, who expected to enter Wellesley, +did not change her mind in favor of Hamilton. +In that case she would occupy the room with Miss +Harding. Miss Lynne applied for a single and +afterward made request that Miss Warner might +share it with her. Am I correct?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_96'></a>96</span> +</p> +<p> +The manager spoke in an alert tone, looking up +with a slight sidewise slant of her head that reminded +Marjorie of a bird. +</p> +<p> +“That is the way we meant it to be. I hope +there have been no changes in the programme.” +Jerry had constituted herself spokesman. +</p> +<p> +“None, whatever. I have a request to make of +Miss Harding.” Unerringly she picked out Muriel, +though Marjorie had only gone over their names to +her once by way of general introduction. “Would +you be willing to take a room-mate? We have so +many applications for Wayland Hall to which we +simply can pay no attention save to return the word +‘no room.’ This particular application of which I +speak has been made by a junior, Miss Hortense +Barlow. She was at Wayland Hall during her +freshman year, but left here to room with a friend +at Acasia House during her sophomore year. Her +friend was a junior then and was therefore graduated +last June. Miss Barlow is most anxious to +return to this house.” +</p> +<p> +Muriel looked rather blank at this disclosure. +She was not at all anxious for a room-mate, unless +it were a Lookout, which was out of the question. +</p> +<p> +“I hardly know yet whether I should care to take +a room-mate,” she said, with a touch of hesitation. +“I will decide tonight and let you know tomorrow +morning. Will that be satisfactory?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_97'></a>97</span> +</p> +<p> +“Perfectly, perfectly,” responded Miss Remson, +and waved her hand as though urbanely to dismiss +the subject. “I will show you young women to +your rooms myself. Dinner, this week, is from a +quarter to seven until a quarter to eight.” She +repeated the information already given them by +Helen Trent. “That means that no one will be +admitted to the dining room after a quarter to +eight. We are making special allowances now on +account of returning students.” +</p> +<p> +With this she led the way out of the reception +room and up the stairs. Down the hall of the second +story she went, with a brisk little swishing of +her black taffeta skirt that reminded Marjorie more +then ever of a bird. At the last door on the left +of the hall she paused. +</p> +<p> +“This is the room Miss Lynne and Miss Warner +are to occupy,” she announced. “Directly across +find the room Miss Macy and Miss Dean are to +occupy.” She turned abruptly and indicated the +door opposite. “Miss Harding’s room is on the +third floor. I will conduct you to it, Miss Harding. +I trust you will like your new quarters, young +ladies, and be happy in them.” +</p> +<p> +Immediately she turned with “Follow me, Miss +Harding,” and was off down the hall. It was a +case of go without delay or lose her guide. Making +a funny little grimace behind the too-brisk manager’s +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_98'></a>98</span> +back, Muriel called, “See you later,” and set +off in haste after Miss Remson. She had already +reached the foot of the staircase leading to the third +story. +</p> +<p> +“She’s the busiest busybody ever, isn’t she?” +remarked Jerry. Marjorie, Ronny and Lucy at her +back, she opened the door of her room and stepped +over the threshold. “Hmm!” she next held forth. +“This place may not be the lap of luxury, but it is +not so bad. I don’t see my pet Circassian walnut +set or my dear comfy old window seat, with about +a thousand, more or less, nice downy pillows. Still +it’s no barn. I only hope those couch beds are +what they ought to be, a place on which to sleep. +They’re more ornamental to a room than the regulation +bed. I suppose that’s why they’re here.” +</p> +<p> +“Stop making fun of things, you goose, and let’s +get the dust washed off our hands and faces before +we go down to dinner. I am smudgy, and also +very hungry, and it is almost seven o’clock,” Marjorie +warned. “We haven’t a minute to lose. A +person as methodical as Miss Remson would close +the dining room door in our faces if we were a +fraction of a minute late.” +</p> +<p> +“Don’t doubt it. Good-bye.” Veronica made a +dive for her quarters followed by Lucy. +</p> +<p> +“You and I <em>will</em> certainly have to hurry,” agreed +Jerry, as she returned from the lavatory nearly +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_99'></a>99</span> +twenty minutes later. Marjorie, who had preceded +her, was just finishing the redressing of her hair. +It rippled away from her forehead and broke into +shining little curls about her ears and at the nape +of her neck. Her eyes bright with the excitement +of new surroundings and her cheeks aglow from +her recent ablutions, her loveliness was startling. +</p> +<p> +“I won’t have time to do my hair over again,” +Jerry lamented. “It will have to go as it is. Are +you ready? Come on, then. We’ll stop for Ronny +and Lucy. What of Muriel? Last seen she was +piking off after Miss Busy Buzzy. Hasn’t <em>she</em> the +energy though? B-z-z-z-z! Away she goes. I +hope she never hears me call her that. I might go +to the foot of the stairway and howl ‘Muriel’ but +that would hardly be well-bred.” +</p> +<p> +“She will probably stop for us. You can’t lose +Muriel.” Marjorie was still smiling over Jerry’s +disrespectful name for the manager. “For goodness’ +sake, Jerry, be careful about calling her that. +Don’t let it go further than among the Five Travelers. +We understand that it is just your funny +self. If some outsider heard it and you tried to +explain yourself—well, you couldn’t.” +</p> +<p> +“I know that all too well, dear old Mentor. I’ll +be careful. Don’t worry about me, as little Charlie +Stevens says after he has run away and Gray +Gables has been turned upside down hunting him. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_100'></a>100</span> +I presume that is Muriel now.” A decided rapping +sent Jerry hurrying to the door. About to make +some humorous remark to Muriel concerning her +late hasty disappearance, she caught herself in time. +Three girls were grouped outside the door but they +were not the expected trio of Lookouts. +</p> +<h2><a name='chXII' id='chXII'></a>CHAPTER XII.—UNEXPECTED CALLERS.</h2> +<p> +“Good evening,” Jerry managed to say politely, +amazed though she was at the unlooked-for callers. +</p> +<p> +“Good evening,” came the prompt response from +the foremost girl, spoken in a cool velvety tone that +somehow suggested patronage. “Are you Miss +Dean?” +</p> +<p> +“No, I am Miss Macy. Miss Dean is my room-mate. +She is here. Will you come in?” +</p> +<p> +“Thank you.” The caller stepped into the room, +her two companions at her heels. She was a young +woman of about the same height as Marjorie and +not unlike her in coloring, save that her eyes were a +bluish gray, shaded by long dark lashes, her eyebrows +heavily marked. Her hair, a paler brown +than Marjorie’s, suggested in arrangement a hairdresser’s +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_101'></a>101</span> +art rather than that of natural beauty, +pleasing though the coiffure was. Her frock of +pale pink and white effects in silk net and taffeta +was cut short enough of sleeve and low enough of +neck to permit the white shapeliness of her arms +and shoulders to be seen. While her features might +be called regular, a close observer would have pronounced +her mouth, in repose, a shade too small for +the size of her face, and her chin a trifle too pointed. +</p> +<p> +Standing as she was where the electric lights, +which Jerry had recently switched on, played upon +her, she made an undeniably attractive picture. +Marjorie recognized her instantly as the girl she +had seen driving the gray car. One of her companions +was a small, dark girl with very black eyes +and a sulky mouth. She was wearing a gown of +Nile green pongee, heavily trimmed with expensive +ecru lace. It gave her the appearance of being +actually weighed down. The third of the callers +Marjorie took an instant dislike toward. She represented +a type of girl that Marjorie had rarely +seen and never encountered at Sanford High School. +</p> +<p> +While her companions were attired in evening +frocks, she was wearing a sports suit of a white +woolly material that was a marvel as to cut and +finish. The white silk velour sports hat, the heavy +white silk stockings and fine, stitched buckskin ties +that completed her costume were the acme of distinctive +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_102'></a>102</span> +expense. Despite her carefully chosen apparel, +she was very near to possessing an ugliness +of face and feature which no amount of smart +clothes could mitigate. Her hair, such as could be +seen of it from under her hat, was coarse and black. +Small, shrewd brown eyes, which had a trick of +half closing, high cheek bones, a rather retroussé +nose and a large, loose-lipped mouth completed an +outer personality that Marjorie found unprepossessing +in the extreme. Last of the three to enter the +room, she had closed the door and now stood +almost lounging against it, eyeing Marjorie with a +smile that suggested bored tolerance. +</p> +<p> +“I am Marjorie Dean.” Immediately she heard +her name, Marjorie had come forward. She guessed +that the girl of the gray car had come to offer an +apology for her non-appearance. Memory furnishing +her with the spokesman’s name, she held out her +hand courteously, saying: “Your are Miss Weyman, +are you not? Won’t you and your friends sit +down?” +</p> +<p> +Into Natalie Weyman’s darkening eyes flared an +expression of affronted surprise. The little dark +girl also showed surprise, while the girl in the +sports suit drew down the corners of her wide +mouth as though she had heard something funny +but dared not laugh outright. +</p> +<p> +“Yes, I am Natalie Weyman.” Whatever her +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_103'></a>103</span> +thoughts were her tones were still velvety. “I am +a sophomore and these are my sophy pals, Miss +Vale and Miss Cairns.” She indicated first the small +girl, then the lounger. Both sophomores bowed +nonchalantly and lightly clasped the hand Marjorie +extended to each in turn. +</p> +<p> +“This is my room-mate and very dear friend, +Geraldine Macy.” Marjorie now took her turn at +introducing. +</p> +<p> +Jerry bowed and shook hands with the trio, but +exhibited no enthusiasm. She was inwardly raging +at them for having chosen a time so inopportune +for making a call. She felt like shouting out in a +loud, terrifying voice: “Have you had your dinner? +Well, we haven’t had ours. Now beat it, all +of you!” +</p> +<p> +Introductions over, the callers sat down. Miss +Weyman dropped gracefully into the nearest easy +chair, of which the room could count two. The +others seated themselves, side by side, on one of +the couch beds. Hardly had they done so when a +second rapping was heard. This time it was +Veronica, Lucy and Muriel. Marjorie opened the +door and said quickly: “Come in, girls. I wish you +to meet three members of the sophomore class who +have done us the honor to call.” +</p> +<p> +Involuntarily Veronica’s eloquent eyebrows went +up in surprise. Lucy’s green eyes took on a peculiar +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_104'></a>104</span> +gleam, and Muriel felt displeasure rising within +her. It seemed too bad that, after being neglected, +they should be thus sought before they had had +time to get their dinner. The long ride on the train +had left them hungry. Still, there was nothing to +be done save make the best of it. How long the +callers had been in Marjorie’s and Jerry’s room, +Muriel could not know. If they took prompt leave +the Sanford five could still get into the dining room +before it closed. It was twenty minutes to eight. +She had looked at her watch while Ronny was rapping +on the door. +</p> +<p> +After further introductions Miss Weyman said +sweetly: “I have an apology to make Miss Dean. +Consider it as being made to all of you. I was to +meet you at the train today, and unfortunately I +started a little later than I had intended. I belong +to a club which a few of the freshmen started last +year. All the girls who are members were friends +of mine before I entered Hamilton. We attended a +very private preparatory school and entered college +together. We call ourselves the San Soucians and +our club is limited to eighteen members. We do +not intend to pass it on after we are graduated +from Hamilton. It is really only a little social club +of our own. Of course, we <em>try</em> to be considerate +toward the other students here, as in the case of +welcoming the freshmen.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_105'></a>105</span> +</p> +<p> +“Every one was so perfectly sweet to us last year +when we entered Hamilton.” Miss Vale now raised +a voice in the conversation. “You see we came +from New York to Hamilton in my father’s private +car. My father is president of the L. T. and M. +Railroad. We had not thought much about being +met at the train by the upper classmen. I <em>wish</em> +you might have <em>seen</em> the crowd that was there to +meet us! Girls from <em>all three classes</em> turned out. +We had a smart old celebration, I can tell you.” +Her sulky mouth lost its droop as she went on to +describe boastingly the glories of that particular +reception. She ended with: “What prep. school +do you come from?” +</p> +<p> +Informed by Jerry that the Five Travelers were +graduated from high school, she glanced pityingly +about the Sanford group, and subsided with: “I +really know nothing at all about high schools. I +did not suppose you could enter college from one.” +</p> +<p> +“Of course one can.” Veronica spoke with an +energy that her friends understood, if the callers did +not. “Let me ask you a question. Were you +obliged to try entrance examinations to Hamilton +College?” +</p> +<p> +“Ye—s.” The reply came a little slowly. +</p> +<p> +“We are not obliged to take examinations. The +senior course in our high school comprises collegiate +subjects. Our diplomas will admit us to any +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_106'></a>106</span> +college in the United States. So you see that high +school has at least that advantage,” Ronny concluded +evenly. +</p> +<p> +“I have heard that some of those high schools are +really excellent,” drawled Miss Cairns. “I have +heard too that they turn out a lot of digs and prigs. +Girls, you understand, that have to get all they can +out of high school because college is out of the +question for them. I feel sorry for them. I never +knew any of that sort, though. In fact, you are the +first high school girls I have ever met. What?” +She turned to Natalie Weyman. +</p> +<p> +The latter, however, was paying little attention +to the conversation. Her gaze had rested almost +uninterruptedly on Marjorie since she had entered +the room. From the discomfited lieutenant’s lovely +face to her slender, graceful figure, clothed in a one-piece +frock of dark blue crêpe de chine, the other +girl’s eyes wandered, only to turn themselves away +for a moment, then begin a fresh inspection. +</p> +<p> +Meanwhile time was flying, the Five Travelers +were growing minutely hungrier, yet the visitors +made no move to go. Miss Weyman had gone no +further than to explain that she had started for the +train a little late. This apology did not coincide +with what Helen Trent had said. None of the +Lookouts had forgotten <em>her</em> remarks on the subject. +It was in each girl’s mind that she preferred +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_107'></a>107</span> +to believe Helen. This did not argue well as to a +future friendship with Natalie Weyman. None of +them could endure even the shadow of untruth. +</p> +<p> +“Please pardon me for breaking into my apology +with an explanation of our club.” Her inspection +of Marjorie over for the present, Natalie returned +to the original object of her call. “I meant to say +that by the time I had reached the station you had +gone on to Wayland Hall, I suppose.” +</p> +<p> +“We drove away from the station in a taxicab +just as your car drove into the yard.” Muriel fixed +the lamely apologetic sophomore with a steady gaze. +Her brown eyes appeared to be taking the other’s +measure. +</p> +<p> +“Did you, indeed,” Natalie returned somewhat +hastily. It was beginning to dawn upon her that +she did not in the least like any of these freshmen. +They were entirely too independent to suit her. +Recalling that which she had been aching to ask +when Marjorie had asked her if she were Miss +Weyman, she now questioned almost rudely: “How +did you know who <em>I</em> was when you saw me at the +station?” +</p> +<p> +“We did not know who you were then,” explained +Muriel. “We merely saw a gray car full of girls. +Miss Macy said it looked like a French car. Afterward, +we met a delightful sophomore, Miss Trent. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_108'></a>108</span> +In talking with her, she mentioned that you had +gone to the station to meet us.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, yes. Miss Trent. She was on the veranda +when we left here.” She looked toward Miss +Cairns for corroboration. The latter nodded +slightly and made an almost imperceptible gesture +with her left hand. +</p> +<p> +“We are so sorry we missed you, at any rate.” +Miss Vail took it upon herself to do a share of the +apologizing. At the same time she rose from her +seat on the couch bed. “How do you like the table +here?” she queried condescendingly. “We find it +better than last year. Remson has a new cook now. +She can see the other cook silly when it comes to +eats.” +</p> +<p> +A peculiar silence ensued as Miss Vale’s high-pitched +tones ceased. It had been forced upon the +Lookouts to defer an opinion of said “table” until +the next day. They were certainly at present in no +position to make a statement. +</p> +<p> +“As we have been here so short a time we can’t +pass an opinion on a thing at Wayland Hall yet.” +Marjorie answered for her friends, not daring to +look toward any of them. +</p> +<p> +“Naturally not,” agreed Miss Cairns suavely. +“Mind if we leave you now? We really must go, +Nat. We had our dinner at Baretti’s tonight. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_109'></a>109</span> +Some of the Sans are waiting at the Colonial for +us. We are going on there for dessert.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, the gang will wonder what has become of +us.” Natalie now got to her feet. She favored the +Lookouts with a smile, which was intended to be +gracious, but utterly lacked sincerity. Her pals +already at the door, she joined them. This time +there was no handshaking. While it would not +have been necessary, a truly sincere bevy of girls +would have undoubtedly shaken hands and enjoyed +that act of fellowship. +</p> +<p> +“Thank you for remembering us at the station +today, even though we did miss connections. We +appreciate your coming to call on us this evening, +too. Freshmen are very lowly persons at college +until they have won their spurs on the field of college +honors. We shall try not to be an annoyance +to our sophomore sisters.” +</p> +<p> +Marjorie tried conscientiously to put aside all +trace of irritation as she made this little speech. +She realized that her chums had left it to her to +handle the situation. While they had all exchanged +a certain amount of conversation with the visitors, +they had run out from sheer lack of sympathy. The +callers had aroused belligerence in Jerry, Ronny +and Muriel. Lucy Warner had fairly congealed +with dislike. Marjorie had alone stayed on an even +keel. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_110'></a>110</span> +</p> +<p> +Perhaps the unfailing courtesy of the tired, +hungry lieutenant made some slight impression on +the departing sophomores. Halfway out the door +as Marjorie answered, Natalie Weyman had the +grace to say: “You really haven’t anything to +thank us for, Miss Dean. Wait until we do something +for you, worth while. We will drop in on +you again when we have more time. Good night.” +</p> +<p> +She had been on the point of offering her hand +at the last, stirred out of her usual self-centeredness +by Marjorie’s gentle manners. Then she had +looked again at the freshman’s exquisite face, and +fellowship had died before birth. Natalie Weyman +was considered a beauty at home, in New York +City, and at Hamilton College. She had at last +seen a girl whom she considered fully as pretty as +herself. As a result she was now very, very jealous. +</p> +<h2><a name='chXIII' id='chXIII'></a>CHAPTER XIII.—ON THE TRAIL OF DINNER.</h2> +<p> +“Can you beat it? Uh-h-h-h!” Jerry dropped +with angry force into the arm chair which Natalie +Weyman had so recently vacated. “What was the +matter with those girls, anyway? How could +they help but know that we hadn’t had our dinner? It +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_111'></a>111</span> +was after six o’clock when we reached +here. It took time to get hold of Busy Buzzy and +be assigned to our rooms, and more time to make +ourselves presentable. Why couldn’t they have figured +out that much? Next step in our process of +deduction; they came to the door about twenty +minutes past seven. Now how could we have had +time to go down stairs, eat our dinner and be back +in our room again?” +</p> +<p> +“The answer is, they didn’t do any deducing,” +declared Muriel. “I suppose they simply chose their +own time to call.” +</p> +<p> +“A very inconvenient time, I must say,” grumbled +Jerry. “Here’s another point that needs clearing +up. If that Miss Weyman drove her car down +to the station, expecting to bring the five of us back +in it, why was it cram-jam full of girls?” +</p> +<p> +“They may have been friends of hers who merely +wanted to ride down to the station, Jerry,” surmised +Ronny. “Why trouble your brain about our +callers now? Let us think about where we are +going to have our dinner. The dining room is +closed, of course. We shall have to call on the hospitable +Baretti for sustenance. He’s hospitable if +his restaurant is still open. Otherwise, I don’t +think much of him.” +</p> +<p> +“First thing to do is to find out where he holds +forth. I hope the place is not far from here. I’m +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_112'></a>112</span> +so hungry and so tired.” Marjorie spoke with a +tired kind of patience that ended in a yawn. “We +had better start out at once. We’ll probably find +some one downstairs who can direct us.” +</p> +<p> +The others no less hungry, the Five Travelers lost +no more time in getting downstairs, preferring to +leave the subject of their recent callers until a time +more convenient for discussion. At the foot of the +stairs they encountered two girls about to ascend. +</p> +<p> +“Good evening. Will you please direct us to +Baretti’s?” It was Ronny who asked the question +in a clear, even tone that, while courteous, was so +strictly impersonal as to be almost cool. Having +just encountered a trio of girls whom she had instantly +set down as snobs, Ronny had donned her +armor. +</p> +<p> +“Good evening.” Both girls returned the salutation. +The taller of the two, a sandy-haired young +woman with sleepy gray eyes, a square chin and +freckles now became spokesman. “You will find +Baretti’s about a square from the west wall of the +campus. Turn to your right as you pass out the +main gate.” +</p> +<p> +“There is the Colonial, too, about two squares +beyond Baretti’s,” informed the other, a pretty girl +in a ruffled gown of apricot organdie that accentuated +the black silkiness of her hair which lay off her +low forehead in little soft rings. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_113'></a>113</span> +</p> +<p> +“Thank you.” Ronny modified the crispness of +her tone a trifle. “We shall not care to go further +than Baretti’s tonight. May I ask what time the +restaurant closes?” +</p> +<p> +“Ten o’clock.” The gray-eyed girl seemed on +the point of volunteering a remark. She half-opened +her lips, then closed them almost tightly as +if repenting of the impulse. +</p> +<p> +With a second “Thank you” a shade cooler than +the first, Ronny concluded the brief interview. The +four Lookouts had walked toward the Hall door, +which stood open, and there paused to wait for +her. Ordinarily, Ronny would have addressed the +strangers with a certain graciousness of manner +which was one of her charms. She had relaxed a +little from her first reserve on the strength of their +apparent willingness to direct her to Baretti’s. She +had not missed, however, the gray-eyed girl’s deliberate +checking of her own purposed remark. While +she forebore to place an adverse construction upon +it, nevertheless it had annoyed her. Trace of a +frown lingered between her dark brows as she +joined the others. +</p> +<p> +“I noticed you didn’t get very chummy with that +pair,” greeted Jerry. “Just so you located our commissary +department, Baretti. He’s our star of hope +at present.” Jerry led the way across the veranda +and down the steps. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_114'></a>114</span> +</p> +<p> +“I know the way to Baretti’s, never fear,” Ronny +assured. “It is one square from the west wall of +the campus. Just how much of a walk that means, +we shall see. It may be anywhere from a quarter +to three-quarters of a mile to the west wall. We +turn to our right as we go through the gateway.” +</p> +<p> +“We will have to walk it, even if it is a mile,” +decreed Muriel. “I’d walk two miles for something +to eat. I am about as hungry as I can ever +remember of being. Our introduction to Hamilton! +<em>Good night!</em>” +</p> +<p> +“I can’t get it through my head that we are actually +students at Hamilton College,” declared Muriel. +“I feel more as though I had just arrived at a summer +hotel where people came and went without the +slightest interest in one another.” +</p> +<p> +“It is missing dinner at the Hall that makes it +seem so. If we had had a fair chance at the dining +room we would have felt more——” Jerry paused +to choose a word descriptive of their united feelings. +“Well, we would have felt cinched to Hamilton. +That nice Miss Trent helped us, of course, +but she faded away and disappeared the minute she +turned us over to Miss Remson. I don’t believe we +can be, what you might call, fascinating. No one +seems to care to linger near us. Wouldn’t that be +a splendid title for one of those silly old popular +songs? ‘No one cares to linger near,’ as sung by +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_115'></a>115</span> +the great always off the key vocalist, Jerry Macy. +Wh-ir-r! Bu-z-z-z! What has happened to you +swe-e-etart, that you do not linger near-r-r? I am +lonele-e-e——” +</p> +<p> +Jerry’s imitation of a phonograph rendering a +popular song of her own impromptu composition +ended suddenly. Muriel placed a defensive hand +over the singer’s mouth. “Have mercy on us, Jeremiah,” +she begged. “You are at Hamilton now. +Try to act like some one. That’s the advice I +heard one of the mill women give her unruly son +at the nursery one day last winter.” +</p> +<p> +“I trust no one but ourselves heard you,” was +Veronica’s uncomplimentary addition, delivered in +a tone of shocked disapproval. +</p> +<p> +“I don’t blame anyone for not caring to linger +near such awful sounds.” Lucy’s criticism, spoken +in her precise manner, produced a burst of low-keyed +laughter. It appeared to amuse Jerry most +of all. +</p> +<p> +By this time they had passed through the gateway, +flanked by high, ornamental stone posts, and +were following a fairly wide, beaten footpath that +shone white in the light shed by the rising moon. +On their right hand side, the college wall of matched +gray stone rose considerably above their heads. +</p> +<p> +“This wall must be at least ten feet high and +about three or four thick.” Jerry calculatingly +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_116'></a>116</span> +appraised the wall. “It extends the whole +around the campus, so far as I could tell by daylight. +I was noticing it as we came into the grounds +today.” +</p> +<p> +“We are not so far from the end of it now.” +Marjorie made the announcement with a faint +breath of relief. “You can see the corner post +from here. I think it about a quarter of a mile +from the gate.” +</p> +<p> +“And only a square from it lies our dinner, thank +goodness! Let’s run.” Muriel made a pretended +dash forward and was promptly checked by Jerry. +“You wouldn’t let me sing. Now you need a +clamp. I’ll give you a piece of advice I heard last +winter at that same old nursery: ‘Walk pretty. +Don’t be runnin’ yourse’f all over the place.’” +</p> +<p> +“There is Baretti’s across the road.” Marjorie +pointed down the road a little, to where, on the +opposite side, two posts, topped by cluster electric +lights, rose on each side of a fairly wide stone walk +that was the approach to the restaurant. It stood +fully a hundred feet from the highway, an odd, one-story +structure of brown stone, looking like an inn +of a bygone period. In sharp contrast to the white +radiance of the guide lights at the end of the walk, +the light over the doorway was faint and yellow, +proceeding from a single lamp, set in a curious +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_117'></a>117</span> +wrought-iron frame, which depended from a bell-like +hood over the door. +</p> +<p> +Through the narrow-paned windows streamed +the welcome glow of light within. It warmed the +hearts of the Five Travelers even as in departed +days it had gladdened the eyes of weary wayfarers +in search of purchased hospitality. +</p> +<p> +“What an odd old place!” Lucy Warner cried +out in admiration. “It is like the ancient hostelries +one reads of. I wonder if it has always been an +inn. It must be considerably over a hundred years +old.” +</p> +<p> +“I suppose it is. A good deal of the country +around here is historic, I believe. You remember +the bulletin said Brooke Hamilton was a young man +at the time of La Fayette’s visit to America. That +was in 1824. He and La Fayette met and the Marquis +was so delighted with him that he invited him +to join his suite of friends during his tour of the +country. I wish it had said more about both of +them, but it didn’t,” finished Marjorie regretfully. +</p> +<p> +“Perhaps the old Marquis de la Fayette and +young Brooke Hamilton walked down the very road +we walked tonight and supped at the same old inn,” +Veronica said, as they approached the two wide, +low steps that formed the entrance to the restaurant. +</p> +<p> +“Quite likely they did,” agreed Jerry. The foremost +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_118'></a>118</span> +of the party, she opened the heavy, paneled +door of solid oak. +</p> +<p> +A faint, united breath of approbation rose from +the visitors as they stepped into a room of noble +proportions. It was almost square and as beautiful +an apartment as the girls had ever seen. Beam +ceiling, wainscoting and floor were all of precisely +the same shade and quality of dark oak. So perfectly +did every foot of wood in the room match +that it might have all come from one giant tree, +hewn out and polished by gnomes. There was +something about its perfection that suggested a +castle hall of fairy lore. On each side of the room +were three high-backed, massive oak benches. The +tops of these were decorated by a carved oak leaf +pattern, the simplicity of which was the design of +genius itself. The heavy, claw-legged oak tables, +oval in shape and ten in number, all bore the same +pattern, carved in the table top at about two inches +from the edge. There was no attempt at placing +the tables in rows. They stood at intervals far +enough apart to permit easy passage in and out +among them. Yet each table seemed fitted into its +own proper space. Moved two inches out of it, the +whole scheme of artistic regularity would have been +spoiled. +</p> +<p> +“It’s evident that Signor Baretti never furnished +this room,” commented Ronny in a voice just above +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_119'></a>119</span> +a whisper. “I never saw anything like it, before! +never! Lead me to a seat at one of those beautiful +tables.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes; do let us sit down as soon as we can,” +echoed Muriel eagerly. “I am dying to look and +look and look at everything in this adorable old +room. I am glad it is almost empty. We can sit +and stare and no one will be here to resent it.” +</p> +<p> +This time it was Muriel who took the lead and +made a bee-line for a table at the far end of the +room on the right. The others followed her, +quickly slipping into the oak chairs, each with its +spade-shaped, high back and fairly broad seat. +That these chairs were built for comfort as well as +ornament the Lookouts soon discovered. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, the joy of this comfy chair,” sighed Ronny. +“It actually fits my back. That’s more than I can +say of those train seats. I am going to turn in the +minute I am back at Wayland House. I am <em>so</em> +tired, and a little bit sleepy.” +</p> +<p> +Marjorie and Ronny shared one menu, while +each of the others had one to herself. After the +usual amount of comment and consultation, all +decided upon consommé, roast chicken, potatoes au +gratin, and a salad, with dessert and coffee to follow. +Their order given to a round-faced, olive-tinted +Italian girl, the Five Travelers were free to +look about them for a little. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_120'></a>120</span> +</p> +<p> +Directly across from them at a table which +formed a wide obtuse angle with theirs were four +girls. While the quartette had appeared to be occupied +in eating ices on the entrance into the restaurant +of the Sanford party, no move of the strangers +had been lost on them. Four pairs of young eyes +covertly appraised the newcomers. That the Five +Travelers interested the other girls was clearly +proven by the frequency of their glances, discreetly +veiled. Deep in the exploration of the menu, the +Sanford quintette were unaware that they had +attracted any special attention from the diners at +the one other occupied table in the room. Nevertheless, +while they were busy with the ordering of +their dinner, they were being subjected to a most +critical survey. +</p> +<p> +By the time the consommé was served, the other +group had finished the eating of their ices and risen +to depart. As they left the table Marjorie glanced +impersonally toward them. A sudden wave of color +deepened the pink in her cheeks as she encountered +four pairs of unfamiliar eyes all fastened on her. +Immediately she looked away, annoyed with herself, +rather than them for staring. Nor had she +gained a definite idea of the appearance of any one +of them, so keen was her own momentary discomfiture. +</p> +<p> +Regarding herself and her chums, the departing +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_121'></a>121</span> +diners had a very clear idea. Hardly had they +stepped outside the restaurant when a low buzz of +conversation began. +</p> +<p> +“Leila Harper, did you ever see anyone lovelier +than that brown-eyed freshie?” inquired one of the +quartette, a tall, stately girl with pale gold hair and +a rather thin, interesting face. “The one in dark +blue, I mean.” +</p> +<p> +“No; I see a certain someone’s finish, don’t +you?” The girl who made the reply smiled as +though signally amused. In the light cast by the +powerful post lights, the faces of her companions +reflected that amused smile. “I could have shrieked +for joy when that crowd of freshmen walked in with +Beauty in their midst,” she continued. “They were +all very pretty girls, Selma. I really think we +ought to take up the matter and have some fun +over it.” +</p> +<p> +“Incidentally, it would pull someone off a pedestal +where she never truly belonged. I never considered +Natalie Weyman a <em>real</em> beauty. She is +pretty, but rather artificial, I think.” The author +of this criticism was an attractive young woman +with wavy chestnut hair and deep blue eyes, the +beauty of which was partly obscured by eyeglasses. +</p> +<p> +“I don’t admire Miss Weyman’s style of good +looks, either, Nella.” This from the fourth member +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_122'></a>122</span> +of the party, a small girl with pale brown hair, +pale blue eyes, with very dark brows and lashes, +and a skin dazzlingly white. Standing five feet one +in high heels, Vera Mason was noticeable for her +doll-like daintiness of form and feature. She was +not beautiful, so far as regularity of feature went, +for her small nose turned up a trifle and her mouth +was too wide to be classically perfect. She was, +however, singularly charming. +</p> +<p> +“I had rather call you a beauty any time than +apply it to her, Midget,” was Leila Harper’s quick +return. Her eyes of true Irish blue twinkled as she +said this. Suddenly she threw back her head and +laughed aloud, showing white even teeth, their very +soundness matching the rest of her strong-featured +face and blue-black hair. Leila was of old Irish +stock and very proud of it. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, girls, I have it; a plan I mean!” she exclaimed. +“Now listen to the wise Irish woman and +you’ll agree with me that there’s nothing that could +fit the occasion more nearly than what I have in +mind. It will do wonders in the way of curing Nat +Weyman’s swelled head and no one can possibly +say it isn’t fair.” +</p> +<p> +Four abreast in the moonlight, the sophomores +who had so heartily admired Marjorie strolled back +to the campus, listening as they went to a plan +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_123'></a>123</span> +Leila was unfolding which appeared to afford them +much anticipatory delight. +</p> +<p> +Meanwhile at the quaint old inn the Five Travelers +were hungrily disposing of a comforting meal, +wholly unconscious of being already a subject for +discussion among a certain group of sophomores. +It was as well for Marjorie’s peace of mind that +she did not know she had already been acclaimed a +beauty at Hamilton College. Neither could the +four sophomores, who were thoughtlessly planning +the merited discomfiture of one girl through the +raising up of another, know what a difference the +carrying out of that plan would make in Marjorie +Dean’s life at Hamilton College. +</p> +<h2><a name='chXIV' id='chXIV'></a>CHAPTER XIV.—A SILENT DECLARATION OF HOSTILITY.</h2> +<p> +Not very long after the Five Travelers returned +to Wayland Hall the half-past ten o’clock bell +sounded. Desirous of complying with the rules of +the college from the start, they had prepared for +sleep in much greater haste than usual, a proceeding +which Veronica deplored most of all. Accustomed +to making leisurely preparations for retiring, she +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_124'></a>124</span> +had known beforehand that this would be her chief +annoyance when at college. +</p> +<p> +For fully twenty-five minutes after the penetrating +clang of the house bell had ceased, sound of +voices and light footsteps in the hall indicated that +a few students, at least, were not taking the ten-thirty +rule very seriously. +</p> +<p> +“What was that?” Jerry, who had dropped to +sleep almost on the instant her head had found the +pillow, started up in the darkness, awakened by the +sharp slam of a door further down the hall. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, someone slammed a door,” Marjorie replied +sleepily. “I was almost asleep, but not quite. It +startled me, too. There seems to be very little +attention paid to the retiring bell in this house. I’ve +heard the girls talking and laughing in the halls +ever since it rang. It’s quieter now. I imagine +next week it will be different. College doesn’t +really open until Monday, you know.” +</p> +<p> +“Busy Buzzy doesn’t look as though she would +stand for much noise. She’ll begin laying down +the law about next week. I hope whoever slammed +that door hasn’t the habit. Well, what now!” +</p> +<p> +From somewhere out on the campus the musical +rhythm of chimes had begun. They played the +quarter, the half, the three-quarters of the hour, +then sweetly and clearly the stroke of eleven followed. +Listening to it, Marjorie felt a strange new +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_125'></a>125</span> +peace of mind steal over her. Longfellow’s understanding +lines: +</p> +<p> + “The night shall be filled with music,<br /> + And the cares that infest the day,<br /> + Shall fold their tents like the Arabs,<br /> + And silently steal away.”<br /> +</p> +<p> +The silvery tones had a vastly soothing effect +upon her troubled spirit. Altogether, it had been +one of the most dispiriting days she had ever lived. +She now hailed the ringing of the chimes as a kind +of lullaby to her cares. Here was a second friend +of whom she was sure she could never grow tired. +</p> +<p> +“That’s eleven o’clock. Didn’t those chimes +sound pretty? I suppose that’s the end of the limit +bell here at Hamilton. If you aren’t in bed when +the chimes play eleven, you are a disgrace to your +Alma Mater. If you aren’t asleep by that time, +well—you can hear ’em. I’ve heard them, I’m +going to sleep this minute. Night, Sweet Marjoram.” +</p> +<p> +“Good night, Jeremiah.” Marjorie lay awake for +a little, her thoughts on her father and mother. +She knew that they were thinking of her and a +sense of soothing warmth enfolded her, born of the +knowledge of their steadfast adoration. +</p> +<p> +Marjorie awakened next morning to find the sun +in her eyes and herself not quite certain of where +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_126'></a>126</span> +she was. She glanced across the room to where +Jerry’s couch was situated. It was without an occupant. +“Oh!” she exclaimed in consternation. Her +eyes hastily sought the mission wall clock. It was +only ten minutes to seven. Reassured, she lay still +and viewed the room by broad daylight. The furnishings +were pretty and comfortable. The color +scheme of the room was delft blue. The walls were +papered in a white mica-stripe with a plain white +ceiling. A wide, ragged border of bachelor’s buttons +added vastly to the dainty effect. The two +wash-stands, chiffoniers and dressing tables had +Japanese covers of white stamped in blue figures. +The hard-wood floor was covered by a velvet rug +in three shades of blue, and the couch covers were +also in indeterminate blues. There were two easy +chairs, one willow rocker and two straight cane-seated +chairs. A good sized library table occupied +the center of the room. It was of black walnut and +an antique. At each end of the room was a door +opening into a closet, large enough to permit the +hanging of wearing apparel without crowding. All +the necessary effects having been provided, it +remained to the occupants to supply their own individual +decorations. +</p> +<p> +The entrance into the room of Jerry, her round +face rosy from her morning scrub, brought Marjorie’s +inspection of her new “house” to an end. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_127'></a>127</span> +</p> +<p> +“I’ve been looking at our new room ever since I +woke up,” saluted Marjorie. “It is pretty, I think. +I am not used to blue, though. It matches you +better than me, Jerry.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, I see it does. It’s large enough for the furniture, +without crowding. That’s what I like about +it. I believe——” +</p> +<p> +The silver-tongued chimes cut into Jerry’s speech, +ringing out a live little prelude before striking +seven. Came the striking of the hour, a slow, measured +salute to the sunny autumn morning. +</p> +<p> +“You may politely say ‘excuse me,’ next time you +butt into my conversation.” Jerry nodded an admonishing +head in the direction from whence the +musical sounds had come. “Funny I didn’t hear +those chimes at six o’clock. I was awake.” +</p> +<p> +“Maybe they don’t play them every hour,” suggested +Marjorie. “I remember when we were living +in B—— an Episcopal Church near where we +lived had a set of chimes installed. They started +out by having them played every hour. It annoyed +the nearby residents so much that they finally rang +them only at six o’clock in the evening and on +special occasions. They never bothered General +and Captain and me. We were sorry to lose them. +It was like meeting some one I hadn’t heard of in a +long while to hear those good old bells last night. +There are two things I love already about Hamilton. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_128'></a>128</span> +One is the campus; the other is the chimes.” +</p> +<p> +“I agree with you about the campus. I don’t +know yet about the chimes. Familiarity with them +may breed anything but admiration.” Jerry was +only jesting. Such was her nature that she shied +at the proximity of sentiment. She had it in her +to be sure, but she kept it hidden far beneath the +surface. +</p> +<p> +“You had better hurry along to your bath,” she +now advised. “By half-past seven the lavatory will +become suddenly very popular.” +</p> +<p> +“I’m going this minute.” Marjorie had already +donned a negligee and was hastily thrusting her +feet into quilted satin slippers. +</p> +<p> +As she stepped from her room into the hall, a +door on the opposite side, above the room occupied +by Lucy and Ronny, swung open with a jerk. On +the threshold appeared Natalie Weyman. She was +evidently in a bad humor, for her heavy brows were +sharply drawn in an ugly scowl. Her eyes happening +to light on Marjorie, her face grew perceptibly +darker. With a smothered exclamation, she disappeared +into her room again, banging the door. She +had not even attempted a “good morning,” but had +stared at Marjorie as though she had never seen +her before. +</p> +<p> +Not in the least impressed, Marjorie continued +imperturbably toward the lavatory. She had made +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_129'></a>129</span> +two discoveries, however. She knew now who had +slammed the door on the previous night. She +knew, too, that Natalie Weyman had no real feeling +of friendliness toward her. She had heard enough +from the three callers of the evening before to +arraign them in her mind as leaning very hard +toward snobbishness. If they were snobs, she +wished to keep far away from them. Further, she +had no intention of regarding Miss Weyman’s call +as anything but a duty-prompted affair. Not one +of the three young women had extended an informal +invitation to the Five Travelers to visit them +in their rooms. If the select Sans Soucians expected +to see herself and chums go out of their way +to please, they would be disappointed. +</p> +<h2><a name='chXV' id='chXV'></a>CHAPTER XV.—THE GIRLS OF WAYLAND HALL.</h2> +<p> +In the lavatory she encountered the two students +of whom Ronny had made inquiry regarding Baretti’s. +The black-haired girl looked at her, then +nodded pleasantly. Marjorie returned the salutation +with a half-shy smile which the square-chinned, +sandy-haired girl shrewdly noted. Regarding Marjorie +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_130'></a>130</span> +intently for an instant, very deliberately she +stretched forth a hand. +</p> +<p> +“Good morning,” she said, in a rather deep voice +for a girl. “Did you have any trouble finding +Baretti’s?” +</p> +<p> +“Not a bit, thank you.” This time Marjorie’s +smile broke forth in all its sunny beauty. “We +might have lost our way if we had not met you. +We saw some girls in the rustic house as we left +the Hall, but we met no others. If we had tried to +find it ourselves, and turned to the left instead of +the right, I don’t know where we would have +landed.” +</p> +<p> +“Not anywhere near food; I can tell you that.” +It was the tall girl’s turn to smile. Marjorie liked +her instantly. She admired her capable chin and +direct, honest expression. “You would have gone +rambling along toward the Hamilton Estates.” +</p> +<p> +“We saw them yesterday as we drove to the college +from the station. They are so artistically laid +out. I am anxious to see Hamilton Arms. I have +been interested in what the bulletin says of Brooke +Hamilton. We loved Baretti’s. It must have been +an inn, long ago. That is what we thought.” +</p> +<p> +“It was,” answered the brunette. She now +offered her hand. “It used to be called ‘Comfort +Inn.’ You and your friends are freshmen, I know. +Miss Remson told us that there were to be five +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_131'></a>131</span> +freshmen from the same town at the Hall this year. +You see the Hall was fairly well filled last June +with prospective sophs and a few juniors and +seniors. I think only two other freshmen besides +yourselves were able to get in here, this year. We +mustn’t keep you standing here. I am Martha Merrick, +and this is my pal, Rosalind Black. We are +sophomores. We are not so very much inflated +over our high estate. You may look at us, of +course, and even speak to us.” +</p> +<p> +“I will try not to overstep bounds,” Marjorie +promised. “I am Marjorie Dean, and I am glad +to meet you. I haven’t yet learned a freshman’s +prerogatives. I must rely upon my high and +mighty sophomore sisters to enlighten me.” +</p> +<p> +“We will, never fear. You may expect to see us +in your room before long; perhaps this evening, if +you are not busy.” +</p> +<p> +“You will be welcome. We have nothing special +to do this evening. We shall look forward to seeing +you, and treat you with proper respect, you may be +sure.” +</p> +<p> +All three laughed merrily at Marjorie’s assurance. +The two sophomores then left her to her +morning ablutions. +</p> +<p> +“‘The sweetest flower that grows’” sang Martha +Merrick softly, the minute the door closed +between them and Marjorie. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_132'></a>132</span> +</p> +<p> +“Isn’t she, though,” quietly agreed her companion. +“She isn’t a snob, Martha. She has gentle +manners.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, I know it! What a relief to see a beauty +who isn’t wrapped up in herself. Did you ever see +anything more gorgeous than that head of brown +curls. If I wished to be further poetical I could +quote numerous lines that would apply to her.” +</p> +<p> +“She is lovely enough to inspire them, but she is +more than that. She is a very fine girl. Depend +upon it, Martha, her friends are worth knowing or +they wouldn’t be her friends. That’s the way I +read our stunning freshie. I hope I am right. A +few staunch democratics besides ourselves and +Nella and Leila are needed here to offset Millionaire +Row.” +</p> +<p> +Meanwhile Marjorie was luxuriating in her +morning scrub, a happy little smile playing about +her lips. It was so cheering to meet friendliness at +last. Miss Merrick and Miss Black were far more +according to her college ideals. Before she had +completed her toilet several girls dropped into the +lavatory. Long before this, her curls had been +fastened up, close to her head. Nevertheless the +strangers stared more or less politely at her. Two +of them she thought she recognized as among the +four she had seen at Baretti’s. +</p> +<p> +About to leave the lavatory, one of the towels +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_133'></a>133</span> +on her arm slid to the floor as she essayed to open +the door. Some one behind her recovered it and +handed it to her. Turning to thank the doer of +the courtesy, she caught a flash of white teeth and +the steady regard of two bright blue eyes. This +was Marjorie’s first impression of Leila Harper. +</p> +<p> +“I am ever so much obliged to you,” she said. +</p> +<p> +“You are welcome.” The other girl betrayed +no special interest in Marjorie. Nevertheless Leila +Harper was interested to the point of deliberately +endeavoring to draw her into conversation. About +to turn away, Leila spoke again. “I believe I saw +you last night at Baretti’s.” +</p> +<p> +“I thought I recognized you as one of the students +who sat at a table on the right,” Marjorie +instantly replied. Not a word more did she volunteer. +Instinctively she recognized a difference in +the stranger’s manner from that of the two students +with whom she had recently talked. +</p> +<p> +“Baretti’s is a quaint old place, is it not?” remarked +the other, a shade more cordially. +</p> +<p> +“We admired it. We were too late for dinner +at the Hall last night, so we were directed there.” +Marjorie could not bring herself to be too casual. +</p> +<p> +“It’s a good place to eat when you have a brand +new check from home in your pocket. Toward the +last of the month I am generally to be found at the +Hall at meal-time.” Her blue eyes twinkled in true +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_134'></a>134</span> +Irish fashion and her white teeth again flashed into +evidence. +</p> +<p> +“I suppose it will be the same with me before I +have been here long. At home my chums and I +used to part with our pocket money at a tea-room +called Sargent’s. Now we shall undoubtedly do +our best to make Baretti rich.” +</p> +<p> +“Where do you come from?” The question was +asked with abrupt directness. +</p> +<p> +Marjorie answered in quietly even tones, adding +a few more explanatory sentences concerning herself +and chums. It had occurred to her that this +latest acquaintance had engaged in conversation +with her for a purpose of her own. Realizing that +time was on the wing, and Jerry probably impatient +at her non-return, she excused herself and pattered +down the hall to her room. +</p> +<p> +“I thought you would never come back,” greeted +Jerry. “Have you seen the girls?” +</p> +<p> +“No; not one of them. I met those two girls +who directed us to Baretti’s last night. They are +sophomores. I like them. Miss Remson mentioned +us to them. +</p> +<p> +“Now I told you Busy Buzzy was on the job all +the time. She ought to be our press agent. Only +we don’t need one. True worth will always be discovered, +sooner or later. Who else knows our +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_135'></a>135</span> +home town and past history as given out by our +little Buzz-about?” +</p> +<p> +“No one else, so far as I know.” Marjorie was +forced to smile at Jerry’s nonsense. She did not +altogether approve of Busy Buzzy and Buzz-about +as names for the odd little manager. She doubted +if Miss Remson would hail either with joy. “I met +another girl, too. One of those we saw at Baretti’s +last night.” Marjorie briefly described her and the +circumstances of the meeting. +</p> +<p> +“Yes; I remember her. I took a good look at +those four. They were watching us, too. They +were very clever about it, though.” +</p> +<p> +Marjorie said nothing for a little. Engaged with +her hair at the dressing table, a decided frown +shadowed her forehead. +</p> +<p> +“What’s the matter?” Seated where she could +see her chum’s face in the mirror, Jerry had instantly +noted the shadow. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, nothing much. It seemed to me this girl +didn’t care about being friendly. She acted more +as if she were trying to find out what sort of person +I was. It wasn’t what she said to me, but her +manner that made me think it. I felt toward her as +I might have toward a stranger I had chanced to +meet somewhere in public and exchanged courtesies +with.” +</p> +<p> +“She was probably trying to find out your principles +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_136'></a>136</span> +and so forth. She may be either a snob or a +snob-hater. It wouldn’t surprise me if that were +the main issue here,” was Jerry’s shrewd guess. +“In either case she would be anxious to know how +to class you. According to Miss Archer’s friend, +Miss Hutchison, the snob proposition has become a +grand nuisance here. Who knows? Before long +we may be taking part in a regular fight against +‘our crowd.’ Maybe both sides are looking for +freshman recruits.” +</p> +<p> +“Well, if it’s a fight based on money, you and +Ronny are eligible to ‘our crowd,’” retorted Marjorie +mischievously. “The rest of us can’t qualify.” +</p> +<p> +“It’s a good thing,” Jerry said sarcastically. +“Any time you catch me toddling along with that +foolish aggregation you may discard me forever.” +</p> +<p> +The measured raps on the door turned the attention +of both girls to it. Jerry answered it, admitting +Muriel. +</p> +<p> +“Top of the morning,” she saluted. “Ready to +go down to breakfast? Have you seen Ronny and +Lucy yet?” +</p> +<p> +“I am ready and Marjorie soon will be. No; the +girls haven’t appeared. We have loads of time for +breakfast this morning. No danger of getting +left.” +</p> +<p> +Muriel at once began to recount her meeting in +the lavatory with two freshmen. She was in the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_137'></a>137</span> +midst of it when more rapping announced Ronny +and Lucy. +</p> +<p> +“I was afraid you had gone down stairs,” were +Ronny’s first words. “I slept until the last minute +as usual. Lucy was up long before me. She set +off for the lavatory, bold as you please. When she +opened the door and saw half a dozen strangers, +she took fright and hustled back to our room. Then +she sat around like a goose until I woke up.” +</p> +<p> +Lucy merely smiled a little at this exposé. “I +needed Ronny’s moral support,” she said whimsically. +“Afterward I was sorry I didn’t brave it +out. The second time the lavatory held twice as +many girls.” +</p> +<p> +“We landed in the middle of ‘our crowd,’” reported +Veronica, looking extremely bored. “They +paid no attention to us, for which I was duly thankful. +Like myself, I suppose they hate to get up +early. I didn’t mind it at home, for I can take my +time. I often get up at five o’clock when Father +and I are going for a long ride over the ranch. +But to rise early, then have to hurry!” Ronny made +a gesture eloquent of disfavor. +</p> +<p> +“Miss Weyman said there were eighteen girls in +their sorority,” interposed Jerry. “I wonder how +many of them room in this house?” +</p> +<p> +“A dozen at least; perhaps the whole eighteen,” +replied Ronny. “There were eight or nine of them +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_138'></a>138</span> +in the lavatory. I heard them asking where Florence +and Lita were, so I daresay they are among +the elect. Miss Weyman wasn’t there nor Miss +Cairns. I saw and heard Miss Vale, she was talking +at the top of her lungs.” +</p> +<p> +“Did that Miss Vale speak to you?” Jerry questioned +abruptly. +</p> +<p> +“I happened to catch her eye and she gave me a +wee little nod and a sickly smile,” Ronny answered, +in satirical amusement. +</p> +<p> +“Marjorie and I have an inkling that there are +two factions at the Hall. If that’s the case—Good-bye +to a peaceful college life,” predicted Jerry. +“While we may think we can keep clear of both +factions, we can never do it. Mark my words, +within six weeks from now we’ll be all out of +patience with ‘our crowd.’ Then look out for fireworks.” +</p> +<h2><a name='chXVI' id='chXVI'></a>CHAPTER XVI.—CULTIVATING CLASS SPIRIT.</h2> +<p> +Following Jerry’s ominous prophecy, nothing +of any special moment occurred to mar the Five +Travelers’ peace of mind during their first week at +Hamilton. So occupied were they in choosing their +subjects, arranging their recitation periods and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_139'></a>139</span> +adapting themselves to the new life that they paid +small attention to the comings and goings of the +coterie of millionaire’s purse-proud daughters which +Wayland Hall housed. +</p> +<p> +The Sans Soucians were deep in a round of sociabilities, +to which it appeared that only a few juniors +and seniors were eligible. To the other girls of the +sophomore class, they accorded a cool shoulder. A +handful of moneyed freshmen found favor with +them and were therefore made much of. The Lookouts, +however, were not among these. They had +been privately rated by their quondam callers as +plebians and dropped. +</p> +<p> +While Marjorie and Muriel had chosen the classical +course, Lucy and Jerry had decided on the scientific +and Ronny on the philosophical. As they had +arrived at Hamilton three days before the official +opening of the college, they had plenty of time to +discuss together the respective merits of their chosen +courses and arrange satisfactorily their recitation +periods. +</p> +<p> +The making of these necessary arrangements, +together with unpacking their trunks and attention +to the countless details relative to their physical +comfort, left them little time during those first busy +days for social amenities outside their own intimate +circle. +</p> +<p> +With Helen Trent, Martha Merrick and Rosalind +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_140'></a>140</span> +Black they had become fairly friendly. Helen, in +particular, had already become a welcome visitor +to their rooms. She had a habit of dropping in on +one or another of them with a bit of lively, but +harmless, college gossip, that was infinitely diverting. +She never prolonged her visits to the wearisome +point. She was never in the way. In fact, +she was usually in a hurry. The difficulty lay in +trying to hold her, never in wishing for her to +depart. +</p> +<p> +Thanks to Miss Remson, the five girls had been +given places at one table in the dining room. At +meal time they were, therefore, a close corporation. +Muriel’s acquaintance with the two freshmen, Mary +Cornell and Eva Ingram, both from New York +City, had flourished to the extent that they had +made her one evening call which she had returned. +Like herself, they had made no acquaintances outside +the Hall since their arrival and relied on each +other for company. +</p> +<p> +Toward the end of the Sanford girls’ second week +at Hamilton a number of things happened. First +of all, Muriel acquired a room-mate as a result of +persistent “buzzing” on the part of the manager. +When first asked to share her room with the dissatisfied +junior, Miss Barlow, Muriel had thought it +over and decided in the negative. Miss Barlow was +not to be thus easily balked of her desire. She persisted +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_141'></a>141</span> +with Miss Remson and Miss Remson persisted +with Muriel until the latter finally revoked +her earlier refusal. +</p> +<p> +“Anything to have the subject off my mind,” she +confided to her chums. “I’m tired of being waylaid +by Miss Remson. I don’t blame Jeremiah for +calling her Busy Buzzy. Just wait until you see my +room-mate! Her name is Hortense. It ought to +be Moretense. She is the stiffest person I ever saw. +She walks as though she were wired and then +starched for the occasion. I had a lovely conversation +with her last night. She moved in after classes +yesterday. I talked quite a lot. All she said was +‘Yes,’ ‘Do you?’ and ‘I believe not.’” +</p> +<p> +The name “Moretense” found instant favor with +Jerry, while the other three Lookouts had hard +work to keep their faces straight when they chanced +to encounter dignified Miss Barlow about the Hall. +Very tall and straight to rigidity, her set features +never seemed to relax. Even an abundant head of +blue black hair, loosely coiffed, did not serve to +soften the wax-like immobility of her rather broad +face. Whether her disposition and temperament +matched her peculiar physical presence was something +Muriel had not had time to fathom. +</p> +<p> +Muriel’s room-mate, nevertheless, was of more +interest to the Five Travelers than the notice of the +class election which was to take place at the beginning +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_142'></a>142</span> +of their third week at Hamilton. They had +long since learned that the majority of the freshmen +had made harbor at Acasia House and Silverton +Hall, both noted as freshmen domiciles. Recitations +had familiarized them with the other members +of their class, which was a small one for Hamilton, +numbering only eighty-two students. Still they had +not become much acquainted with their classmates +and they had not yet reached a stage of active interest +in their class. +</p> +<p> +Summoned to election one windy Tuesday afternoon, +following recitations, the Lookouts began to +experience the beginning of class enthusiasm. The +majority of 19— were bright-faced, bright-eyed girls +who reminded Marjorie of her class at Sanford +High. It was seeing them together that brought +to her a tardy realization that she had been too +entirely wrapped up in her own affairs to cultivate +a proper class spirit. Had she entered Hamilton +College alone, she would have made acquaintances +in her class more quickly. Surrounded by four of +her intimate friends, her hours of leisure were +always spent with them. Of the five girls, she had +the peculiar personality which invites friendship. +Muriel came next in this, Ronny was not interested +in acquiring new friends. Jerry was hard to please, +and Lucy was too reserved. A large number of +freshmen at Wayland Hall would have also made a +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_143'></a>143</span> +difference. As this was not the case, the Lookouts +were obliged to admit among themselves that they +had been lacking in class spirit. +</p> +<p> +The freshmen from Silverton Hall, about thirty +in number, were, to all appearances, taking the lead +in the class election. Three of the candidates nominated +for office who won, respectively, the presidency, +vice-presidency and secretaryship were from +there. As the candidates were obliged to come up +to the front of Science Hall where the meeting was +held, the Lookouts had at least the opportunity to +see the nominees and judge their fitness, as nearly +as they could, from their personal appearance. All +five approved in particular the new president, Miss +Graham, a fair-haired, pink-cheeked young woman +with sparkling brown eyes and a ready, sunshiny +smile. +</p> +<p> +The treasurer-elect was an Acasia House girl, +while the various committees were about equally +divided between the two houses. While the Lookouts +were entirely satisfied with the result of the +election, they felt, nevertheless, a trifle out of +things. They had had no part in the merry electioneering +which had evidently gone on under their +very noses. More, it appeared that another class +meeting had been held before this, of which they +had seen no notice on the Hall bulletin board, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_144'></a>144</span> +neither had they received a written or verbal summons +to it. +</p> +<p> +During a recess after the election granted for the +purpose of shaking hands with the officers, Marjorie +found the golden brown eyes of the president +fixed very kindly on her. +</p> +<p> +“You are at Wayland Hall, aren’t you? I know +you are Miss Dean, for I saw you on the campus +over two weeks ago and made inquiry about you. +It is too bad we don’t have any of the same recitation +periods. I would have met you before this. I +thought you would be at our other class meeting, +but neither you nor your four friends came. I +haven’t time to talk any more now. Observe that +line of congratulators. After the meeting, if you +will wait for me, several of the Silverton girls +would like to meet you and your friends.” +</p> +<p> +“Of course we will wait, and feel highly honored.” +Marjorie flashed the president a winsome +smile, albeit she was nonplussed as to why pretty +Miss Graham had been so anxious to meet her, in +particular. She was also bent on learning more of +the other class meeting from which they had in +some strange manner been cut out. +</p> +<p> +The meeting over, the Sanford quintette stood +off to one side, waiting for Miss Graham. She +presently came up to them, accompanied by half a +dozen freshmen, evidently close friends of hers. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_145'></a>145</span> +An introducing session ensued, punctuated by +laughter and gay pleasantries. It produced a more +comforting effect on the Five Travelers than had +anything since the day when Helen Trent, by her +kindly manner, had taken the strain off their +arrival. +</p> +<p> +“What do you think of that, girls? Miss Dean +and her friends did not know a <em>thing</em> about the +other class meeting we held here! We sent notices +to all the campus houses, requesting them bulletined. +There was a notice on the big bulletin board, too. +The one outside Hamilton Hall, you know.” +</p> +<p> +“Why, Portia, don’t you remember? It was +awfully windy that day and some one came into the +Hall and said that there wasn’t a sign of our notice +on the large board. It must have blown away. +That was at noon. We were to put out another and +I believe it was forgotten.” This information came +from a small girl with very wide-open gray eyes and +brown hair, cropped close to her head. She had the +face of a mischievous, small boy. +</p> +<p> +“Yes, Robin, I do recall it, now that you have +reminded me. Much obliged. That explains, perhaps, +why you did not see it on the main bulletin +board. It seems strange that the notice we sent to +Wayland Hall was not posted there. Miss Remson, +I understand, is always particularly careful to +post the notices sent her.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_146'></a>146</span> +</p> +<p> +“If Miss Remson received it, she would not fail +to post it,” asserted Marjorie. “Was it mailed or +delivered by a freshman messenger?” +</p> +<p> +“I took it to Wayland Hall.” It was the girl +Miss Graham addressed as Robin who answered. +“I handed it to a maid in a sealed envelope, addressed +to Miss Remson.” +</p> +<p> +“Perhaps some of the sophs saw it on the bulletin +board and nabbed it for a joke,” suggested a tall, +handsome brunette who had been introduced to the +Lookouts as Miss Scott. +</p> +<p> +“A poor sort of joke, I should say,” Robin Page +said, a trifle contemptuously. +</p> +<p> +“Well, we were told we might expect——” +Blanche Scott broke off short, with a significant +twitch of compressed lips. +</p> +<p> +“It was unfortunate, of course,” Portia Graham +hastily remarked, “but we’ll hope no more notices +go astray. You freshmen at the Hall had better +keep in closer touch with us. That means come +over to our house and be sociable. How many +more freshmen besides yourselves live at Wayland +Hall?” +</p> +<p> +“Two; Miss Cornell and Miss Ingram.” Muriel +supplied this information. “They were sitting +toward the back of the hall when the meeting began. +There they are!” She located the two at a short +distance from them, talking earnestly to the student +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_147'></a>147</span> +who had been elected to the vice-presidency. She +bore a slight resemblance to Irma Linton. The +Lookouts often saw her on the campus and during +recitation periods, but did not know her name. +</p> +<p> +“Oh; I see them. They are in good hands.” +Miss Graham looked relieved. “Elaine Hunter is +the sweetest girl in the whole world, I believe. +Just to be in the same house with her is to love +her.” +</p> +<p> +“She reminds us of a friend of ours at home.” +Jerry glanced very approvingly toward the pretty +freshman. “We have noticed her on the campus. +If she is as fine as Irma Linton, our friend, she is +worth knowing. We were sorry that Irma didn’t +choose Hamilton, but her mother was a Wellesley +graduate and anxious for Irma to enter Wellesley.” +</p> +<p> +“I know how that goes,” nodded Miss Graham. +“My dearest friend was packed off to Smith College +to please her family. She didn’t care to enter +Smith, but went as a matter of duty.” +</p> +<p> +At this juncture, Elaine Hunter, accompanied by +Miss Cornell and Miss Ingram, joined the group +around the president and more introducing followed. +Presently the whole party trooped out of Science +Hall and across the wide campus together, making +the still autumn dusk ring with their clear young +voices. +</p> +<p> +From the Silverton Hall girls the Lookouts +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_148'></a>148</span> +learned that the regular freshman dance, which the +sophomores gave each year to their younger sisters, +was soon to take place. The date had not yet +been given out. It was the autumn event at Hamilton. +The juniors and seniors could come to it if +they chose. On St. Valentine’s night the juniors +always gave a masquerade to all three of the other +classes. Washington’s birthday the seniors claimed +as theirs and gave either a play or a costume dance. +To the freshmen belonged the Apple Blossom hop, +a dance given by them each spring in the time of +apple blossoms. +</p> +<p> +When the seven freshmen bade their congenial +classmates good-bye, and struck off across the +campus for Wayland Hall, it was with a new and +delightful sense of fellowship and cheer. Like the +Lookouts, the two girls from New York City had +been disappointed at the lack of cordiality they had +met with at Hamilton. Neither had known of the +first class meeting until after it had been held, and +both were a trifle hurt at having been ignored. As +the Lookouts had known nothing at all about it, +they at least could not be blamed for not having +passed word of it along. +</p> +<p> +“Well, we are at last beginning to meet the folks,” +Jerry said with a certain touch of grim satisfaction, +as the five girls settled themselves in Ronny’s and +Lucy’s room for a few moment’s private chat before +the dinner bell sounded. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_149'></a>149</span> +</p> +<p> +“If we were living at Silverton Hall or Acasia +House we would be far more in touch with college +matters,” commented Ronny reflectively. +</p> +<p> +“You may blame me for choosing Wayland +Hall,” Marjorie reminded. “I liked the picture of +it better than the others.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes; you picked this stately old lemon and we +followed your lead.” Jerry favored her room-mate +with a genial grin which the latter returned in kind. +“We forgive you for it. How could you guess who +else beside Busy Buzzy lived here? I like the Hall. +The rooms are good, the meals are gooder, and the +conveniences are goodest of all. It has the prettiest +lawn and veranda of them all, too.” +</p> +<p> +“It’s a blue-ribbon place or Moretense wouldn’t +have besieged Miss Remson to let her in here. I +decline to say Busy Buzzy for fear of getting the +habit. I am too careless to apply it to her only in +privacy. I’m likely to come to grief,” Muriel said +lightly. +</p> +<p> +“It’s no worse than ‘Moretense,’” argued Jerry. +“You say that all the time. I hope, for your sake, +you won’t get caught saying <em>that</em>.” +</p> +<p> +“It sounds so much like ‘Hortense’ that I could +get away with it,” retorted Muriel. “Anyway, I like +to name people according to their lights and so do +you. Long may we wave with no embarrassing +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_150'></a>150</span> +accidents.” Whereupon Jerry and Muriel solemnly +shook hands. +</p> +<p> +“Isn’t it time we had a meeting of the Five Travelers?” +Lucy Warner broke in irrelevantly. “On +the train we said we would have one once a week. +This is our third week here and we haven’t had +even one.” +</p> +<p> +“Quite true, Lucificus Warneriferous, sage and +philosopher,” agreed Jerry, with a gravity which +would have been admirable on any other occasion. +</p> +<p> +“Jeremiah is all taken up with the naming habit,” +put in Ronny slyly. +</p> +<p> +“Ain’t I jist,” chuckled Jerry. “Our cook always +says that when I ask her if she is going to the +movies on Saturday night.” +</p> +<p> +“We are away off the subject.” Marjorie had +done little but laugh since the five had sat down to +talk. +</p> +<p> +“Certainly, we are.” Lucy regarded Jerry with +pretended severity. “We never keep to a subject +when Geraldine Macy is present.” Though she +spoke in jest there was a curious light in Lucy’s +green eyes which no one present except Marjorie +understood. It always appeared when Lucy was +anxious to impart a confidence. +</p> +<p> +“You have something special to tell us, haven’t +you, Lucy?” Marjorie quietly asked. +</p> +<p> +“Yes, I have, but I wish it to be a confidence +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_151'></a>151</span> +made to the Five Travelers,” Lucy said with stiff +positiveness. “While what I have to tell you is not +anything which touches us personally, it is something +which should be brought to your attention. I +don’t wish to tell you until we have a meeting. I +think we had better have that meeting no later than +tomorrow night.” +</p> +<h2><a name='chXVII' id='chXVII'></a>CHAPTER XVII.—A HOUSE DIVIDED AGAINST ITSELF.</h2> +<p> +The result of Lucy’s strong plea for an official +meeting of the Five Travelers was a gathering, in +hers and Ronny’s room, on the next evening. As +all had agreed to prepare for tomorrow’s recitations +first, it was nine o’clock when they assembled to +hear what Lucy had to say. +</p> +<p> +What Marjorie said, however, the next moment +after Ronny had turned the key in the door was: +“Girls, I’d like to have Ronny take charge of this +meeting. While there are only a handful of us, +someone ought to be at the head.” +</p> +<p> +Veronica demurred vigorously. She was overruled +and found herself mistress of ceremonies +whether she would or no. +</p> +<p> +“Very well,” she at last accepted, “I will do the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_152'></a>152</span> +best I can to be an illustrious head to this noble +organization. To begin with, I will say that I admire +Lucy’s policy. What we report here weekly +is official. If we merely talked it over in our rooms +it would sometimes seem like gossiping, even +though we did not intend it to be such. I don’t +know that I have anything special to tell. I will +say this: Much as I like Wayland Hall and Miss +Remson, I do not like the atmosphere of it. It is +a house quietly divided against itself. There is no +unity here of the better element of girls. There +ought to be. I am ready to say how such unity +might be brought about. I am not sure that I wish +to make it my business. I am not sure that it would +come under the head of being a Lookout. As the +Five Travelers we have made no pledges, thus far,” +she concluded with her strange, flickering smile. +</p> +<p> +“While I was anxious to carry out the plan we +made on the train about the Five Travelers, what I +have to tell you really comes under the head of +being a Lookout.” Lucy paused and glanced around +the uneven semi-circle into which the girls had +drawn their chairs. “Someone I know is in great +need of help, or rather protection, and that is Miss +Langly.” +</p> +<p> +“In need of protection,” repeated Muriel Harding +in a surprised tone. “What awful calamity hangs +over that quiet little mouse’s head?” The other +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_153'></a>153</span> +three girls also looked in mild amazement. Katherine +Langly, a quiet little sophomore, was the one +acquaintance Lucy had made by herself. +</p> +<p> +“It is those hateful sophomores from whom she +needs protection,” explained Lucy, smiling faintly +at Muriel’s question. “They torment her in all +sorts of sly ways. I mean the ones Jerry named +‘our crowd.’ They wish her to leave the Hall as a +friend of theirs, a freshman, is trying to get in here. +You see she won a Hamilton scholarship. I mean +one offered by Hamilton College. She tried special +examinations made up by the Hamilton faculty of +years ago. Her papers were considered so nearly +perfect that she was awarded the special scholarship +which no one had won for twenty years. It +covers every expense. Mr. Brooke Hamilton +founded it and laid aside a sum of money for it. +It is still in bank. So few have won this scholarship, +the money has accumulated until it is now a +very large sum.” +</p> +<p> +“How interesting!” the four listeners exclaimed +in the same breath. +</p> +<p> +“Truly, I shall never rest until I have dug up a +lot of Mr. Brooke Hamilton’s history,” asserted +Marjorie. “He was almost as interesting as Benjamin +Franklin, who was the most interesting person +I ever heard of. Pardon me, Lucy. I am the +one who is off the subject tonight.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_154'></a>154</span> +</p> +<p> +“What does ‘our crowd’ do in the way of ragging +Miss Langly?” demanded Jerry, bristling into sudden +belligerence. “They make me weary! The +idea of insulting a girl who has more mind in a +minute than the whole bunch will have in a century.” +</p> +<p> +“They never speak to her, although this is her +second year at the Hall. You see, the scholarship +mentions a certain room in each of four campus +houses which the winner may have the use of. She +cannot share it with anyone. The terms state that +a young woman brilliant enough to win the scholarship +has the right to exclusive privacy.” +</p> +<p> +“Wasn’t that dear in Brooke Hamilton?” Ronny +cried out involuntarily. “I adore the memory of +that fine gentleman. I shall certainly join you in +the history-digging job, Marjorie.” +</p> +<p> +“Now let Brooke Hamilton rest,” ordered Jerry. +“I am the only one of you who really has a mind +to the subject.” +</p> +<p> +“Give me credit,” emphasized Muriel. “I haven’t +said a word. I’ve listened hard. What else do +these millionaires do, Lucy?” Muriel wagged her +head proudly at Jerry to show the latter how closely +she had been paying attention. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, they make remarks about her clothes and +snub her dreadfully at table. She sits at the same +table as that Miss Cairns and Miss Vale. They +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_155'></a>155</span> +take turns staring steadily at her, sometimes, until +they make her so nervous she can scarcely eat. She +said it wasn’t so bad last year for she sat at a table +with Miss Harper and Miss Sherman. Besides, +these girls weren’t trying to get her room. It has +been worse this year. One day last week Miss +Myers, she is a ringleader among them, stopped her +in the hall and asked her if she would not be willing +to trade rooms with Miss Elster, the freshman they +are working to get into the Hall. Miss Langly +explained that, on account of her scholarship, she +had no choice in the matter. She was angry, and +she also said that if she were free to make the exchange +she would not do it. Then she walked +away. That evening Miss Myers reported her to +Miss Remson for burning her lights late, walking +noisily about her room and slamming her door after +the ten-thirty bell had rung.” +</p> +<p> +“Why, that is simply outrageous!” cried Marjorie, +her brown eyes sparkling with indignation. +“Surely, Miss Remson did not credit it.” +</p> +<p> +“No; she told Miss Langly to pay no attention +to it. She called her privately into her office and +told her about the report soon after it had been +made. She said that she had simply informed Miss +Myers that the person who slammed her door so +frequently and late was Miss Weyman, not Miss +Langly. That if Miss Langly burned her lights +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_156'></a>156</span> +after the bell had rung it was because she had had +permission to do so. That if a number of the other +young women at the Hall would pattern after Miss +Langly, it would save her an infinite amount of +trouble.” +</p> +<p> +“Good for Busy Buzzy,” cheered Jerry, standing +up and waving her arms. +</p> +<p> +“Less noise or some one will report us,” warned +Ronny laughingly. “These millionairesses will be +out for our scalps when they know us a little better. +I think the whole thing is shameful. It is just the +way the girls at Miss Trevelyn’s used to be. Only +there were no poor girls there. They used to act +spitefully to one another. Of course Miss Langly +knows that you have told us this, Lucy?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes; I asked her if she cared if you girls knew +it. I said I was sure you would fight for her. She +said she did not wish you to do so, but she did not +care if I told you. She supposed almost every one +at the Hall knew it. +</p> +<p> +“There isn’t much we can do at first,” said Marjorie +thoughtfully. Every pair of eyes were turned +on her sweet face as she began speaking. “Our +best plan is the old way we have always done; +take her under our wing. There is room at our +table for another plate. I will ask Miss Remson to +make that change. That will help a good deal. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_157'></a>157</span> +The rest of the time she can keep out of those girls’ +way.” +</p> +<p> +“We ought to do a little press-agenting. I mean, +tell everybody how brilliant Miss Langly is and +about the scholarship,” was Muriel’s inspiration. +“We’ll start the Silverton Hall crowd to eulogizing +her. If these bullies find most of the college admires +her, they will be a little more careful. They +aren’t crazy to take a back seat. They love to be +popular and have the mob follow them about.” +</p> +<p> +“Lucy, you must tell Miss Langly to be sure and +attend the reception. She owes it to herself to be +there.” This from Ronny, in decided tones. +</p> +<p> +“She said she would like to invite me,” Lucy colored +with shy embarrassment, “but she was afraid +we would not be well-treated. So many of those +girls are sophomores. She thinks they will run the +reception.” +</p> +<p> +“You tell <em>her</em> to go ahead and invite you,” commanded +Jerry. “We’ll be there to stand behind +you. We may not have a special escort. If not, +we can go in a bunch. Has she a family, or is she +an orphan, or what about her?” +</p> +<p> +“She’s an orphan. She worked her way through +high school. She lived with an old lady and +worked for her board. She has had a very sad +life.” +</p> +<p> +“I am proud to know her,” Ronny said simply. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_158'></a>158</span> +“If I had known her long ago I would have helped +her.” +</p> +<p> +“We will make her our close friend and see what +happens,” planned Marjorie. “If the Sans Soucians +choose to become offended with us on that account, +we shall understand better how to deal with them. +It may be as well to let them know our principles. +They will then set us down as prigs and leave us +alone.” +</p> +<p> +This sentiment having been approved, Ronny inquired +if there was anything else to be reported by +anyone present. Nothing of an adverse nature happened +to the Lookouts since the evening of their +arrival, neither had anything especially pleasant +occurred which they had not shared. The official +confidence session was therefore closed until the +next week, and the girls fell to discussing the coming +dance and what they intended to wear. None +of them except Lucy were likely to have a special +escort, was the modest opinion. +</p> +<p> +Two days after their private conclave, the date +of the dance was announced on all the bulletin +boards. All freshmen were earnestly urged to be +present. Followed the happiness of special invitation +for all of the Lookouts. Helen Trent invited +Jerry. Leila Harper invited Marjorie, greatly to +the latter’s amazement. Vera Mason requested the +pleasure of becoming Ronny’s escort. As for Muriel, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_159'></a>159</span> +she held her breath when stolid Miss Barlow +made offer to become her escort on the eventful +night. Muriel accepted ceremoniously and escaped +from the room immediately after being invited for +fear of disgracing herself by laughing. Later, +Nella Sherman invited her, but Muriel had to decline, +with some regret, in favor of her odd room-mate. +</p> +<p> +The dance was to take place in the gymnasium +on Thursday evening one week after the first announcement +had been made. For three afternoons +and evenings before the festivity, the majority +of the sophomores were to be found in the +gymnasium, following classes, industriously engaged +in beautifying the spacious room for the +affair. It may be said that the Sans Soucians were +strictly on the scene. In fact, they endeavored to +take charge. As they contributed a wealth of decorative +material in the way of small velvet rugs, +expensive satin and velvet cushions and velour +draperies, they appeared to consider themselves of +vital importance to the affair. +</p> +<p> +The laborious part of the decorating, however, +they took good care to portion out to the sophomores +outside their own intimate circle. Joan +Myers, as president of the sophomore class, had +called a special meeting and appointed a special +committee on decorations for the dance. This committee +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_160'></a>160</span> +comprised Leila Harper, Helen Trent, Nella +Sherman, Vera Mason, Hortense Barlow, Martha +Merrick and Selma Sanbourne. The Sans Soucians +were generous in the extreme in contributing luxurious +effects, but they were niggardly in offering +to help with the hard work attending the disposal +of them. They lounged about the gymnasium and +criticized freely, but they did very little actual labor. +</p> +<p> +The odd part was to see the stolidity of the hard-working +committee, as assisted by the willing element +among the sophomores, they toiled on, paying +scarcely more attention to their indolent classmates +than if they had been a few ubiquitous flies. +On the first afternoon of the three preceding the +hop, the committee hired a light wagon and went +to the Hamilton Forest, a piece of woods situated +about two miles south of the college. They returned +at dusk laden with the fragrant spoils of the +woods. On the second afternoon and evening the +work of transforming the gymnasium into an +autumn bower was skilfully performed. A creditable +number of juniors and seniors did diligent +service on this hard detail. On the third afternoon +they arranged the cushions, draperies, chairs and +like effects. Fortunately for them the Sans were +absent. They were bending their valuable energies +toward beautifying themselves for the evening. +</p> +<p> +The Sans Soucians numbered eighteen sophomores, but +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_161'></a>161</span> +their sympathizers numbered as many +more. In a class of ninety-two, at least twenty +took small interest in class matters. This left a +trifle less than half of the class to uphold democracy. +As freshmen, the nobler element of girls had +made some effort to stem the rising tide of snobbishness +in their class. Utterly disgusted, they had at +length, quietly withdrawn from association with an +unworthy enemy. Now at the beginning of their +sophomore year, indications marked no change for +the better. +</p> +<p> +“Well, sophies, the job is done, and be-utifully +done!” sang out Leila Harper. Unfastening the +voluminous blue bungalow apron she had worn +while at work, she whipped it off and stood surveying +her scratched and dusty hands. +</p> +<p> +“The whole thing is a positive dream!” admired +Vera Mason, clasping her small hands. “I can’t +help saying the gym looks much finer than last +year.” +</p> +<p> +“You may say it. Don’t let the junies hear you.” +Leila’s voice carried the peculiar inflection that +marks the Celt the world over. “It remains to be +seen who will claim the credit,” she added with a +touch of satire. “Never mind, wait until the evening +is over. There will be a grand surprise for +some folks.” She laughed softly, in anticipatory +enjoyment of the surprise she was predicting. “I +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_162'></a>162</span> +must hurry along. Remember, I am to escort +Beauty to the hop.” +</p> +<p> +“Do try to be on time, Leila,” counseled Selma +Sanbourne. “You’re always late, you know.” +</p> +<p> +“That I am, Swede,” retorted Leila, in good-humored +agreement. +</p> +<p> +While Vera Mason rejoiced in the nickname +“Midget,” Selma, being a Scandinavian, had received +that of “Swede.” She occasionally retaliated by calling +Leila “Ireland,” the latter having been the one +to apply the two aforesaid nicknames to her chums. +</p> +<p> +“Don’t be disappointed if I’m not the first one +here,” warned Leila. Rolling up the apron and +tucking it under one arm, she prepared to depart. +</p> +<p> +“That means Leila is going to walk in at the last +minute with our rosebud girl on her arm,” Martha +Merrick declared. “Honestly, mates, it’s going to +be so funny, if all works out as it should. It will +be the first definite blow we have attempted to +strike. After the way Natalie Weyman behaved on +the day she volunteered to meet that Sanford crowd, +she <em>needs</em> a lesson.” +</p> +<p> +“What possessed her, do you suppose?” Nella +Sherman asked. “As nearly as I can remember, +she insisted upon going to the train to meet them. +Then she missed them, although she had plenty of +time to reach the station before their train arrived. +Afterward, she went to one of their rooms, I don’t +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_163'></a>163</span> +know which, to apologize for her non-appearance. +Result, they had their dinner at Baretti’s.” +</p> +<p> +“What do you mean, Nella?” Martha Merrick +looked nonplussed. “I don’t see the connection +between your last two remarks.” +</p> +<p> +“I’ll enlighten you. You are the one who told +me that our five Sanford freshmen asked you to +direct them to Baretti’s that night. It was after six +o’clock when they arrived at the Hall. Naturally +it took them time to scrub and generally freshen +after an all day’s ride on the train. What did +Natalie Weyman do but decide to make them an +apology call precisely at the time when they should +have gone down to dinner. Miss Cairns and Dulcie +Vale were with her. They stayed until after the +dining room had closed. We didn’t find this out, +all in a minute, Martha. It took Leila, Midget, +Selma and I to piece it together. You helped by +remarking to us about you and Rosalind meeting +them.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, and since then Natalie Weyman hardly +speaks to those girls,” added Selma. +</p> +<p> +“There is only one explanation for such contemptible +conduct,” Martha said scornfully, “and +you know it as well as I. This is the first I have +heard of Natalie’s call. Last year she was quite +friendly with me until I said to her that I thought +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_164'></a>164</span> +it was ill-bred to base social values on money. She +cut me after that. I was not sorry.” +</p> +<p> +“She is very malicious and if she had known +those five girls beforehand I would say that she +had an object in playing dog in the manger about +meeting them and keeping them from their dinner +afterward,” Leila Harper said. “As it happens, +they knew no one here. They are thoroughbred to +the bone. Not one word have they ever said to anyone +of that night.” +</p> +<p> +“It was a case of selfishness and lack of consideration, +I imagine,” surmised Vera Mason. “I +mean, on Miss Weyman’s part.” +</p> +<p> +“Whatever prompted such inconsideration, I am +sick of it,” was Leila’s vehement utterance. “Why +should the fine traditions of this college be trodden +under by such vandals? That’s precisely what they +are. We should have gone to the train to meet +those girls. When it was distinctly given out that +Natalie Weyman intended to go, what was our conclusion? +That they belonged to her circle. I made +acquaintance very warily with them, on that account. +They dress as well as any of the Sans ever +dreamed of dressing. Miss Warner dresses more +plainly, but her gowns are pleasing. They may be +the daughters of millionaires, for all we know, but +they are not snobs. Have you noticed the way they +have taken up nice little Miss Langly? She has +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_165'></a>165</span> +actually been abused by the Sans. Why? They +were determined to make her give up her room to +that obnoxious little freshie, Miss Elster. I despise +the ultra-sophisticated type of girl she is. She +boasts that she rides to hounds, enters dachshunds +at bench shows, plays billiards and so on. She +swaggers about like a detestable young man instead +of a young girl.” +</p> +<p> +“Really, Leila, you are certainly a successful +information gleaner,” Nella regarded her room-mate +with an amused smile. “You know how to +keep it to yourself, too. I hadn’t heard that Miss +Langly had been abused by the Sans, or, that a +freshman who rode to hounds was conspiring with +the Sans to snatch her room.” +</p> +<p> +“You’ve heard now,” returned Leila, the twinkle +in her eye evident. “After tonight, oh, how many +things we shall be hearing! After the ball is over +we shall be at one, I hope, with the Sanford five. If +so, then the crowd of us ought to be able to work +together for a more congenial condition of affairs +at the Hall. The Sans are trying hard to run it and +overrun us. They make it hard for Miss Remson, +and it is a shame. If enough of us stand together +for our rights, they will have to respect them. They +won’t like us, but, then, do we admire them?” +</p> +<p> +“If things turn out tonight as we have planned, +the Sans will be raving. Do you think it is perfectly +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_166'></a>166</span> +fair to Miss Dean, Leila?” Vera’s tones carried +a slight anxiety. +</p> +<p> +“Yes, I do, Midget,” came the instant reply. +“She won’t like it, perhaps. Still it can’t do anything +more than make her unpopular with the Sans. +She is that, already, as I happen to know. If she +is the girl I think her, she will simply pay no attention +to them. Set your mind easy. We are doing +her a service.” +</p> +<h2><a name='chXVIII' id='chXVIII'></a>CHAPTER XVIII.—A DISCOMFITED SAN SOUCIAN.</h2> +<p> +When, at eight o’clock, Leila Harper knocked +on Marjorie’s door, the vision who opened it +brought a gleam of triumph to her bright blue eyes. +Marjorie was wearing the frock of Chinese crêpe +and looking her beautiful, young-girl best in it. +The dress was exquisite enough in itself. Worn +by her it seemed invested with fresh beauty. In +turn, it lent to her a certain soft loveliness which +no other frock she had ever possessed had brought +out. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, my stars, what a dream you are, little Miss +Dean!” praised Leila, laughingly adopting a touch +of brogue which she used to perfection. Inwardly +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_167'></a>167</span> +she was so delighted she could have squealed for +joy. Her appraising eyes instantly picked Marjorie’s +frock as unique. +</p> +<p> +Veronica, who was talking animatedly to Vera, +her escort, as she drew on her long gloves, looked +equally charming in her own way. She was attired +in an imported gown of pleated French chiffon in +two shades of silvery gray. It was banded about +the square neck and very short pleated sleeves with +black velvet ribbon on which were embroidered a +Persian pattern of silver stars. The wide black +velvet ribbon sash was also thickly star-studded, as +were her black satin slippers. +</p> +<p> +Jerry, who had gone on with Helen, was wearing +a stunning gown of old gold satin with deeper +gold embroideries. Lucy, thanks to Veronica, had +had the severity of her white organdie graduation +gown transformed by a fine white lace overdress +which Ronny had fairly forced upon her, together +with a pale green satin sash with fringed ends, a +pair of embroidered white silk stockings and a pair +of white satin slippers. Muriel, who had also gone +ahead with her ceremonious escort, was the true +Picture Girl, as Marjorie loved to call her, in a pale +lavender silk net over lavender taffeta. At her belt +she wore a huge bunch of lavender orchids, for +which gallant Moretense had sent to New York. +</p> +<p> +The gymnasium was not far from Wayland Hall, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_168'></a>168</span> +therefore the democratic element of sophomores +who lived there had not favored taking their freshmen +to the dance in automobiles. Leila Harper, +Hortense Barlow and Vera Mason had their own +motor cars at Hamilton, in a near-by garage, but +common sense smiled at using them in preference +to the short walk under the twinkling autumn +stars. +</p> +<p> +“Don’t forget your violets, Marjorie,” called +Veronica over her shoulder, as she went out the +door. “I’ll wait for you downstairs. Pardon me, +I forgot I was being escorted,” she made laughing +apology to Vera. “We’ll wait for you, I should +have said.” +</p> +<p> +“As if I could forget these darlings!” Marjorie +took an immense bunch of single, long-stemmed +violets from a vase of water and wiping them +gently re-rolled the stems in their sheath of silver +and violet paper. “They are my favorite flower,” +she told Leila. “They go perfectly with this frock.” +She pinned them securely against her sash with a +quaint silver clasp pin. “There, I won’t be likely +to lose them!” +</p> +<p> +“Would you mind telling a poor Irish girl where +under the stars that gown grew?” Leila had not +been able to remove her eyes from it long at a time. +</p> +<p> +Marjorie obligingly complied, going further to +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_169'></a>169</span> +tell of the happy surprise which had attended the +receipt of it. +</p> +<p> +“Your father must love you oceans,” Leila said +almost sadly. “My father died when I was three. +I have a step-father. He is not so much to my liking. +My mother and he maintain a residence in the +United States, but they are in England most of the +time. I live with my father’s sister when I am +home on vacations. She is keen on clubs and welfare +work. She allows me to do as I please. What +kind of life is that for a young girl?” Leila +shrugged her white shoulders with true Irish melancholy. +Dressed in a beautiful gown of old rose +Georgette with a partial over-frock of frost-like +white lace, she was a magnificent study. The combination +of fine, strong features which went to make +up her face, made it striking rather than beautiful. +</p> +<p> +Suddenly her brooding features broke into smiling +light. “Pay no attention to me. Let’s be off +to the dance. Just a word before we go. I wish +you would feel that I am your true friend. If, +when we first met, you thought me, well—not quite +frank, it was because I wished to be sure that I +liked you. That’s all, except, remember what I have +just said about being your friend.” +</p> +<p> +“I will,” Marjorie promised gravely. “I shall +hope always to prove myself your true friend.” +She offered her hand. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_170'></a>170</span> +</p> +<p> +Leila took it and shook it vigorously. “Now we +have a bargain,” she said. “Never forget it.” +</p> +<p> +In the lower hall they found Ronny and Vera +Mason waiting, and the four stopped only long +enough to cover their fine raiment, temporarily, +with evening capes. During the short walk through +the soft fall night Leila made them all laugh with +her funny sallies. She had apparently lost her +recent pensive mood. Nevertheless at intervals that +evening the hopeless melancholy of her tone came +back to Marjorie. She thought Leila must have +been born in Ireland, for she was at times utterly +un-American in her manner of speaking. +</p> +<p> +The scene of festivity upon which they presently +came was one of color and light. The great room +was already well-filled with merry-makers, each in +her prettiest gown. From a corner of the room, +screened by palms and huge branches of red and +yellow autumn leaves, an orchestra was playing a +<em>valse lente</em>. That the sophs had outdone anything +for several years in the way of artistic decorations +was the opinion of the faculty, present almost to a +member. Though they graciously lent their presence +to an affair, such as the freshmen’s frolic, they +obligingly left the dance early, rarely remaining +more than an hour. +</p> +<p> +The San Soucians were well represented in the +receiving line, the majority having been appointed +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_171'></a>171</span> +to it by their ally, Joan Myers. Lined up, they +made a gorgeous appearance. The majority of +them were attired in frocks of striking colors and +displayed considerable jewelry. Looking up and +down the long row, it seemed to Marjorie that she +glimpsed the white fire of diamonds on every girl +that composed it. It struck her as rather ridiculous +that, so long as the Sans Soucians snubbed the +majority of the students, they should wish to be on +a committee to receive the very girls they affected +not to know. +</p> +<p> +“Be easy,” remarked Leila, in a tone which only +Ronny, Vera and Marjorie heard. “We are to run +the one-sided gauntlet, it seems. Let us be about it +and have it done. Follow your leader and not too +much cordiality. They have none for us, though +they will be sweet on the surface.” +</p> +<p> +These being the first remarks of the kind Marjorie +had heard Leila make, she glanced at the latter +rather searchingly. Leila was not looking at +her. Her eyes were playing up and down the +receiving line, a world of veiled contempt in their +blue depths. +</p> +<p> +As the quartette approached the row of brightly-garbed +young women, Joan Myers, who stood at +its head, bent a steady stare upon Marjorie. Next +she turned to the girl on her left and muttered in +her ear. The latter chanced to be Natalie Weyman, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_172'></a>172</span> +resplendent in an apricot satin frock, with over panels +of seed pearls on satin and a garniture of the +same at the very low bodice. The gown was sleeveless, +and smacked more of the stage than of a college +frolic. A cluster of peculiar orange and white +orchids trailed across one shoulder. These Marjorie +could honestly admire. Of Natalie’s gown she did +not approve. +</p> +<p> +At sight of Marjorie, Natalie’s face grew dark. +Nor did the further sight of Veronica improve her +sulky expression. How she managed to smile and +murmur a few words of welcome she hardly knew. +She was literally seething with jealous rage at the +two freshmen. Her eyes did not deceive her as to +the distinction of their frocks. She knew after a +first appraising glance that there were no others in +the room to compete with them. They were the +unobtainable so far as money went. They were the +kind of frocks that only proper influence might +secure. She forgot her earlier grudge against Marjorie’s +loveliness in jealousy viewing her later +offense. +</p> +<p> +Piloted by Leila, the quartette made short work +of being received by as chilly a lot of young patronesses +as jealousy could furnish. When they had +won clear of the receiving line, Leila indulged in +a subdued ripple of laughter. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, my heart, but were they not icy?” she inquired, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_173'></a>173</span> +her eyes dancing. “Vera, did you see Nat +Weyman’s face? She used to be jealous of you. +Now she has other trouble to worst.” +</p> +<p> +“Don’t mind Leila’s outbreak,” Vera turned to +Marjorie and Ronny who were looking eagerly +about them, charmed by the animated scene. “She +can’t endure Natalie Weyman, and neither can I. +This is not the place to say such things, but we are +not fond of the Sans and we had rather you knew +it. It will help you to understand much that may +happen later on.” Vera colored as she said this. +She felt that it would in a measure mitigate any +displeasure that Marjorie in particular might afterward +feel for Leila. +</p> +<p> +“We do not know much of the Sans Soucians, +but we are not in favor of snobs,” Ronny made +steady utterance. She had seen the dark glance +Natalie Weyman had leveled at Marjorie, and quite +understood Leila’s comments. She could also understand +why Vera had aroused the vain sophomore’s +jealousy. Vera’s white chiffon frock over +pale green taffeta, made her look like a fairy queen +who might have stepped from the heart of a white +flower to attend the frolic. +</p> +<p> +“We know that. Otherwise you might be escorting +yourselves here for all Vera and I should care,” +returned Leila with a genial smile that was irresistible. +“Let us bury them deep, as we say in +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_174'></a>174</span> +Kilarney, and have a good time. I wish you to +meet two or three pets of mine among the seniors. +Then off to the dance we shall wend. I tell you +now, I am a fine Irish gentleman when it comes to +playing the part at a hop.” +</p> +<p> +With Leila doing the honors, the two Lookouts +had a lively time for the next half hour. Though +the dancing had begun, she insisted upon parading +the three girls from one end of the gymnasium to +the other. She appeared to have a wide acquaintance +among the juniors and the seniors. Consequently +Ronny and Marjorie met girls they had +seen on the campus, but whom as upper class young +women they had hardly hoped to meet. +</p> +<p> +When they finally joined in the dancing, which +both had been longing to do, they were soon besieged +with invitations. It was such a complete +surprise to both, which they refused mentally to +stop and think about it, preferring to drift comfortably +along on the tide of youthful enjoyment. +It was an hour after their arrival before they had +an opportunity to talk with Jerry, Lucy and Muriel. +All three had been enjoying themselves hugely. +Lucy had had an interesting, though short, talk +with Professor Wenderblatt, the director of the +biology department, whose daughter, Lillian, was +a freshman. She had met them both through Katherine. +The latter and herself were now rejoicing +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_175'></a>175</span> +in an invitation to dinner at the Wenderblatts on +the following Sunday. +</p> +<p> +Jerry, according to her own enthusiastic version, +was simply falling all over herself with happiness. +Helen was the “Prince of Hamilton” when it came +to playing escort. Muriel was no less pleased. She +gigglingly confided to her chums that Moretense +was considerably less tense when she danced than +she had expected to find her. +</p> +<p> +The delightful evening had winged its way +toward eleven o’clock when, after a spirited fox +trot, the bell in the gymnasium clanged out the five +strokes which stood for “attention” at Hamilton. +Instant with the last stroke, a breathless silence fell. +It was broken by a high-pitched call from one side +of the gymnasium. From an ante room a figure in +a page’s costume of hunter’s green darted out and +ran to the center of the floor. Trumpet to her lips, +the sophomore page played a lively little rondelay. +It was answered from the ante room on the oppo-side +and another page, similarly clad, joined the +first. Another fanfare of trumpets and three figures +in dark brown robes with immense snow-white wigs +appeared from the left-hand ante-room. +</p> +<p> +“Hear ye! Hear ye! Comes now a friende to +Beautye brighte. An ye are fair, O, maid, the +Beautye crowne shall win ye! Mayhap, mayhap! +An ye are fair!” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_176'></a>176</span> +</p> +<p> +The voice of the central be-wigged figure echoed +through the room. The owner was a senior who +sang bass in the Idlehour Glee Club, hence the +robust tones. +</p> +<p> +“What is it to be? I don’t understand,” was +whispered about the room. +</p> +<h2><a name='chXIX' id='chXIX'></a>CHAPTER XIX.—THE GIFTE OF BEAUTYE.</h2> +<p> +“Oh, I know what this is going to be,” Helen +Trent informed Jerry under her breath. “It’s an +old Celtic beauty contest. Away back in the history +of the Celts, they set aside one day in the year for +games and contests. Just at sunset came the beauty +contest. The Brown Judges, there are always +three, who were in charge of all ethical matters, +for the Celts had their own ideas about ethics, came +down from their writing in the court tower and +made this proclamation. All the pretty girls and +women in the village would enter it. The judges +would take their places on the fiddler’s platform +and the beauty line had to pass them three times in +slow succession. As they knew everyone in their +village, I suppose it wasn’t very hard for them to +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_177'></a>177</span> +pick the winner! She was accorded thereupon,” +Helen quoted from memory, “‘the acclamation of +her people, and, added to the joy of knowledge of +Beauty, a silver purse, containing three heavy gold +pieces, together with a solemn adjuration to do well, +breed no vanity of the mind and say a prayer of +thankfulness at even for the gift of Beauty, by the +grace of God.’” +</p> +<p> +“How pretty,” Jerry said softly. “Well, if this +is a beauty contest, I hope the judges won’t be partial. +I know whom I think ought to win it.” +</p> +<p> +“You mean Marjorie?” Helen asked guardedly. +“I think so too. Now listen to this charge to the +contestants. I know it pretty well. Leila Harper +let me take a book on the Celts. She brought it +with her from Ireland. She was born in Dublin +and came to this country when she was twelve. +She is at the bottom of this and I know why. The +clever maneuverer that she is!” Helen laughed, +then her face suddenly sobered. She glanced anxiously +at Marjorie, who stood not far away, her +brown eyes riveted on the three judges. The conditions +of the contest were about to be laid down by +one of them. +</p> +<p> +“One makes this charge to winsome maids, not +all may win the crowne! All ye who are to Beautye +bent have had the assurance long. No mirrore +’flects a fairness back there be no fairenesse there. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_178'></a>178</span> +The twisted eye, the fanged tooth, the loose-lippede +mouth, the mottlede skin, the unclassike nose, the +sharpenede chin are not of Beautye’s kin. Beare +this in mind and venture not ’fore the Judges’ critike +heighte an ye are cursede with these. Now not +too talle, nor yet too lowe; e’re be ye passinge faire. +The heighte of man, five feete and nine, is not our +favore gainede. Nor is the midge of four feete +teyne, more than the olde, olde childe. Of grace +we thinke on heavilye and note the free lighte step, +the slendyre carriage of the budding flower, whiche +she of grace does have. Of frank sweete looke, yet +not so bolde, we rank as beautied worth. No countenance +is perfecte yet when guile lurkes backe its +eyese. So shalle ye rate yourselvese in mind upon +our honeste scale, spokyne in hones klaryte to save +the injuryede feeling of the sex, and we who judge +ye much of vexede delaye and crude annoye. Beare +last of all this sacrede truthe, goode Beautye needs +no artifyce. The cosmetykes of cheatynge maides +are instante knowne to use to be abhorrede.” +</p> +<p> +With this pointed laying down of entrance conditions +to the contest, His Honor, the center judge, +and the tallest of the three, fell back a little, to +allow his companion on the left to speak. With a +dramatic wave of the arms he began: +</p> +<p> +“Upon yon heighte we now shalle stand to sighte +ye as ye passe.” A second sweep of the arm designated +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_179'></a>179</span> +a small platform profusely decorated in hunter’s +green, the freshman class color, and old gold, +that of the sophomore class. It stood near the big +Japanese lemonade bowl and had excited considerable +curiosity during the evening, as no one seemed +to know its purpose. +</p> +<p> +The third judge, who had thus far been silent, +now called out in a veritable town-crier voice: +“Heede ye! Heede ye! Beautye waites her worthynge. +Lyne ye single fylinge. Passe ye once +before us! Passe ye twice before us! Passe ye +thryce before us! Walke ye to slowe measure.” +</p> +<p> +Having delivered himself of these succinct directions, +the speaker joined his companions in bowing +low to the enthralled assemblage. Whereupon, all +three turned and strode majestically toward the +fateful platform. Luckily the builders of the stand +had not forgotten to place two makeshift steps of +soap boxes, carpeted in green. The august judges +had also been cautioned beforehand to tread upon +them lightly or run a chance of disgracing their +high and mighty personages by an ignominious +tumble. +</p> +<p> +While they were disposing themselves on the +platform with as much dignity as a wary ascent +would allow, their hearers were fascinatedly considering +the proclamation. Hardly a young girl +who does not take a pardonable interest in a beauty +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_180'></a>180</span> +contest. While she may be honestly sure that she +would never be chosen the winner, she has a secret +desire to enter it simply because she is a young girl. +</p> +<p> +From all parts of the gymnasium a subdued murmur +of voices now arose, mingled with much soft +laughter. Thus far the proclamation was too new +to court action. Besides, it took temerity, after +hearing the conditions, to walk boldly forth, an +aspirant for beauty honors. Finally a knot of +juniors, who had been loitering near the Judges’ +stand exchanging pleasantries with the brown-robed +critics, obeyed a mischievous impulse to start +the ball rolling. Forming into line, these six, none +of whom had a claim to more than fairly good +looks, marched solemnly out onto the floor and approached +the stand at an exaggeratedly slow walk. +A shout of mirth arose, which they acknowledged +with wide smiles. The ice was broken, however, +and the line began to grow amazingly. At each end +of the room, the two pages had now taken up their +station in order to direct the progress of the beauty +line. +</p> +<p> +“Catch me joining that line,” declared Jerry. “I +know just how beautiful I am without any opinions +from those three old wigs.” +</p> +<p> +“You goose!” exclaimed Helen, in an undertone. +“Come on. There’s Muriel just going into line +with Miss Barlow.” She giggled at the idea of +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_181'></a>181</span> +stiff Moretense courting beauty honors. “If Marjorie +sees all of us in it she will join, too. Otherwise +she will stay out of it, and Veronica along with +her. Either one of them are positively stunning +types. Only I would vote for Marjorie. She really +is the prettiest girl I ever saw. Why, on the campus +now, the really worth-while girls rave over her.” +</p> +<p> +“Maybe the judges won’t see it that way,” deprecated +Jerry. “Do you know them?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, I do. They are all right. Leila picked +them and she is always fair. I told you this was +her work. Now come on.” Helen slipped an arm +into Jerry’s and towed her, unresisting, into the +long line that was now moving decorously around +the gymnasium. Needless to say, the Sans had +joined it. Even Lola Elster, accompanied by Leslie +Cairns, had swaggered into line. Both had +arrived late, attired in expensive, but somewhat +flashy fall sports suits and hats. Neither removed +her hat when dancing, a proceeding which many of +the juniors and seniors present regarded with no +leniency. The Sans appeared to consider this rude +ignoring of convention a huge joke. Lola Elster’s +impudent face bespoke her satisfaction in having +thus defied the canons of good taste. +</p> +<p> +By the time the entire procession had passed the +judges’ stand once, fully two-thirds of the company +had joined it. Marjorie had been among the last +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_182'></a>182</span> +to do so. Even then she would have preferred to +stay out of the contest, had not Leila insisted that +she must take part in it, pointing out to her Jerry, +Muriel, and greatly to her surprise, Ronny, among +the aspirants. +</p> +<p> +“It is only for fun, modest child,” argued Leila, +in her most persuasive tones. She had foreseen this +very snag in the way of her plan. Already the line +had passed the stand for the second time. “Ah, +come on!” she implored, catching Marjorie by the +hand. +</p> +<p> +With a half sigh of reluctance, Marjorie yielded. +Next second, Leila was hurrying her across the +lower end of the room where the last of the procession +was just rounding a corner. At least a third +of the guests had elected to stay out of the contest. +From different points of the gymnasium arose an +energetic clapping of hands as Marjorie and Leila +caught up with the line. Leila chuckled under her +breath. Marjorie’s reluctance had only served to +strengthen her chances for winning. Leila knew +that the judges’ decision could not be attacked. +She had been careful to select three seniors whose +word was law at Hamilton. If they pronounced +Marjorie Dean the most beautiful girl present, then, +undoubtedly, she was. +</p> +<p> +As for Marjorie, she felt her face flame until it +seemed to her that it must be bright vermilion. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_183'></a>183</span> +She experienced a momentary desire to upbraid +Leila for thus bringing her into such undesired +notice. She had not realized how conspicuous their +cutting across the corner had made them until the +applause had begun. Walking ahead of Leila, she +was so chagrined at her own stupidity that she +moved along mechanically, hardly cognizant of +what was happening. +</p> +<p> +It seemed a long time to her before the line completed +its third tour of the room. Came an echoing +order from one of the judges to halt and the contestants +obeyed with admirable alacrity. Part of +them were viewing the beauty judges with smiles, +perfectly content in knowing they would not be +chosen. To a number, however, the contest had +taken on a serious aspect. Two very pretty freshmen, +pets of the Sans, stood looking at the judges +as though determined to force their approval. +Among the Sans Soucians there was an element of +alertness that pointed to a smug belief in their claim +to beauty. +</p> +<p> +Of the contestant, none was more concerned in +the decision than Natalie Weyman. For a whole +college year she had been acclaimed as the Hamilton +College beauty. While considerable of this +reputation had been built up for her by the Sans, it +had gained ground, for one reason or another. She +had taken care to live up to it, spending time and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_184'></a>184</span> +money in the cause of her personal adornment. +Now, after having fought hard for it, she did not +propose to relinquish it. She was inwardly furious +over the contest. There were half a dozen girls +whom she feared, all looking radiantly lovely. +Vera Mason had never looked prettier. Martha +Merrick was simply stunning in that maize tissue +gown. More than once that evening Natalie had +watched Muriel with a frown. But those other two +hateful girls! Her envy had been thoroughly +aroused by Marjorie’s and Ronny’s gowns. Her +jealousy was rampant because of the beauty of their +wearers. Though nothing could have forced from +her the truth, she knew that the palm belonged to +Marjorie. +</p> +<p> +Standing a little in front of a group of her +friends, where she might be plainly seen by the +judges, she assumed an attitude in which a portrait +painter had posed her for a portrait the previous +winter. Having slyly loosened one of the orchids +from the cluster she was wearing, she began picking +it to pieces, her head slightly bent. Falling +into the pose with consummate art of the practiced +deceiver, she really made an attractive study. +</p> +<p> +Marjorie and Leila had halted almost the length +of the gymnasium from Natalie, to Leila’s inward +vexation. She had hoped to see the two brought +close together. She was sternly determined to see +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_185'></a>185</span> +the false colors stripped from Natalie Weyman, +whom she despised for a just reason which no one +but herself knew. +</p> +<p> +“Let us have faith that the judges have good eyesight,” +she muttered, as the judge who had delivered +the charge to “Beautye brighte” held up a brown-winged +arm for silence. +</p> +<p> +If the single gesture had been a wizard’s charm, +it could hardly have taken effect more quickly. A +hush, almost painful, ensued. The roll of the +spokesman’s announcing tones fairly jarred the +absolute stillness. +</p> +<p> +“Upon our queste of Beautye brighte, we have +not soughte in vaine. So manye maides of faire +young pryde make hard the chosynge then. Nor +had the taske been done e’en yet, walkyede Beautye +not amongst ye. On Mystresse Marjorie, of the +Deans, our critike favor falles. Beautye has she to +bless the eye and satisfye the heart.” +</p> +<p> +A murmur of acclamation began with the announcement +of Marjorie’s name. It increased in +volume until it drowned the judge’s speech. “Delighted,” +that dignitary managed to shout so as to +be heard, and, with a profound bow, waited for the +noise to subside. +</p> +<p> +Standing beside Leila, who was applauding vigorously, +a positive Cheshire-cat grin on her usually +indifferent face, Marjorie fervently wished that she +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_186'></a>186</span> +might suddenly drop through the floor. Her embarrassment +was so great that she hardly knew in +which direction to look or what to do. When quiet +again descended the judge went on with the rest of +a very complimentary speech. It ended in a summons +to come to the stand and be acclaimed Beautye +and receive Beautye’s guerdon. +</p> +<p> +At this Marjorie absolutely balked. Neither +could Leila nor several other students, who had +gathered round her, persuade her to go forward. +It ended by a flushed and half indignant Beautye +being forcibly marched up to the stand by a crowd +of laughing girls. The guerdon was an immense +bunch of long-stemmed American Beauty roses. +Marjorie made a never-to-be-forgotten picture, as +surrounded by her body guard, she stood with her +arms full of roses and listened to the quaint adjuration +to Beautye. +</p> +<p> +Unbidden tears crowded to her eyes as the judge +ended with fine dramatic expression: “Brede ye, +therefore sweete maids, no vanitye of the mind, +but, say ye raythere, at even, a prayer of thankfulnesse +for the gifte of Beautye, by the grace of +God.” The emotional side of her nature touched +by the fineness of the sentiment, she forgot herself +as its object. +</p> +<p> +A group of Silverton Hall girls, headed by Portia +Graham and Robin Page, gathered to offer their +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_187'></a>187</span> +warm congratulations. Entirely against her will, +Marjorie Dean, Hamilton College freshman, had +been accorded an honor which she had neither expected +nor desired. +</p> +<h2><a name='chXX' id='chXX'></a>CHAPTER XX.—LIVING UP TO TRADITION.</h2> +<p> +To be ignored on one’s arrival at Hamilton and +in less than six weeks to be acclaimed the college +beauty seemed the very irony of fate to Marjorie. +The week following the freshman frolic was a hard +one for her. Used to going unostentatiously about +with her chums, she now found herself continually +in the limelight. Whenever she appeared on the +campus she had the uncomfortable feeling that +every movement of hers was being watched. +</p> +<p> +“You may thank your stars that you are at college +where the newspapers aren’t allowed to trespass,” +Ronny had laughingly assured her when she +complained. Nevertheless she was far from pleased +when a prominent illustrator wrote her a polite note +asking permission to make sketches of her. Worse +still, she received later a letter from a New York +theatrical manager offering her an engagement in +a musical comedy he was about to launch. How +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_188'></a>188</span> +either man had come into knowledge of her name +she could not imagine. +</p> +<p> +While she had been deeply annoyed at the artist’s +note, she grew angry at the temerity of the theatrical +manager and promptly tore the letter into +shreds. How she wished that she had never allowed +herself to be dragged into that foolish beauty contest. +Afterward Leila had candidly owned to Marjorie +her part in the affair. While Marjorie had +been obliged to laugh at the Irish girl’s clever move +against the Sans, she had wondered whether she +really liked Leila. Instead of being pleased over +her triumph, she was distinctly put out about it. +</p> +<p> +“I never saw you so near to being really downright +cross as you’ve been since that old beauty +contest,” observed Jerry one afternoon in late October, +as Marjorie entered the room, a frown between +her brows, a tired droop to her pretty mouth. +</p> +<p> +“I <em>feel</em> like being downright cross,” emphasized +Marjorie, accompanying the last three words with +three energetic slams of her book on chemistry on +the table. “I wish this popularity business were in +Kamchatka. I thought I would like to take a walk +around the campus today, all by myself, and think +about what I would write this evening. I have to +write a theme for poetics to be handed in tomorrow +morning. I wasn’t allowed a minute to myself. +There are some awfully nice girls here, but I wasn’t +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_189'></a>189</span> +anxious for company today. I haven’t the least +idea what I shall write and I wanted to save time +by choosing my subject this afternoon.” +</p> +<p> +“Go and ask Ronny for a subject,” calmly advised +Jerry. “She loves poems, poets and poetics in +general. She is in her room writing to her father. +She fired me out, but you may have better luck. +She may have finished writing. It seems a long +while since she inhospitably requested me to make +myself scarce. My, but you are sympathetic!” +Marjorie was already half way through the door, +regardless of Jerry’s plaint. +</p> +<p> +“Come in,” called Ronny, in response to Marjorie’s +two measured raps. “Oh, Marjorie, I was +just coming to see you. I have a piece of news for +you.” +</p> +<p> +“Come along,” invited Marjorie, “but first give +me a subject for a theme for poetics. I need one +in a hurry. Jerry said you were authority on the +subject.” +</p> +<p> +“I am amazed at her charity,” chuckled Ronny, +“after the way I shooed her away from my door.” +</p> +<p> +“She mentioned it,” returned Marjorie significantly, +whereupon both girls laughed. +</p> +<p> +“Let me see,” pondered Ronny. “Why don’t you +write on the genius Poe as above that of any other +American poet? Illustrate by quoting from other +poets and then comparing the excerpts with his +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_190'></a>190</span> +work. Read his essay on poetry tonight before you +begin to write. It will give you inspiration. I +brought a five volume set of Poe from home. +Here’s the volume containing the essay you need.” +</p> +<p> +Ronny took from a near-by book-case the desired +volume and handed it to Marjorie. +</p> +<p> +“Thank you.” Marjorie accepted it gratefully. +“I believe I <em>can</em> write a fairly good theme on that +subject. I have always admired Poe’s work.” +</p> +<p> +“I adore his memory,” asserted Veronica solemnly. +“I have read every scrap I could find concerning +him. He ranked next to Shakespeare in +genius. I know he was an earnest worker and a +good man. I am sure that he was not a drunkard, +but a terribly maligned genius. He was purposely +kept down through jealousy and had to sell the +products of his genius for a copper. He suffered +terribly, but I imagine he had the inner happiness +of knowing that not one brilliant emanation of his +master mind could be snatched from him by the +unworthy.” +</p> +<p> +Veronica’s gray eyes flashed in sympathy for the +misunderstood man whose transcendental genius +made him an outlander among the writers of his +period. +</p> +<p> +“Again I thank you. This time for your lecture.” +Marjorie bobbed up and down twice in +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_191'></a>191</span> +quick succession. “I’ll try to put some of it into +my theme. Now for my room, and the news.” +</p> +<p> +Jerry pretended not to see Ronny until she was +well inside the room. She then rose up, and, in a +purposely gruff voice, ordered her out. Needless +to say, Ronny was not to be intimidated. +</p> +<p> +“No, Jeremiah, I shall not budge an inch. Here +you sit doing nothing. Why shouldn’t I come in +and sit on Marjorie’s side of the room? I have +news to impart—n-e-w-s,” spelled Ronny. +</p> +<p> +At this Jerry pricked up her ears and became +suddenly affable. +</p> +<p> +“I heard today,” began Ronny impressively, +“that there will be a basket ball try-out next Friday +afternoon in the gym, at four-thirty.” +</p> +<p> +“That’s cheering news!” Marjorie’s sober features +lightened. “Where did you hear it, Ronny?” +</p> +<p> +“Miss Page told me. The notices will appear in +a day or two. She played on a team all the time +she was at Wildreth, a prep school she was graduated +from. Naturally she is anxious to make the +team this year.” +</p> +<p> +“I’d like to play,” Marjorie said wistfully. “I +suppose I won’t stand much chance among so many, +though.” +</p> +<p> +“Well, you won the Beauty contest,” cited Jerry +wickedly. “That was a case of one in a multitude.” +</p> +<p> +Marjorie rose and going over to where Jerry sat, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_192'></a>192</span> +waved her book menacingly over her room-mate’s +head. “Dare to say another word about that hateful +old contest and I’ll disown you,” she threatened. +“I want to forget all about it, if I can. Basket ball +is different, thank goodness. If I make the freshman +team, I have actually achieved something.” +</p> +<p> +“I hope you make it.” Jerry spoke with a sudden +sincerity arising from her devotion to Marjorie. +“Muriel will try for it. Moretense is too tense to +make a startling player. Shall you try for it, +Ronny?” +</p> +<p> +“No, indeed,” Ronny answered. “You and Lucy +and I will be fans. I am not very partial to basket +ball unless the game happens to move fast. Then +I grow interested. Miss Page says the seniors are +managing the sports. They usually do. A senior +told her of the try-out.” +</p> +<p> +“Did Miss Page say anything else about it?” +quizzed Jerry. +</p> +<p> +“No; she heard only that. She said she thought +the sports committee were purposely keeping back +the information. The senior who told her overheard +the two of the committee talking to Miss +Reid, the physical instructor. She happened to be +in the gymnasium at the time. She was not asked +to keep it secret, so she felt at liberty to mention it +to me.” +</p> +<p> +Jerry regarded Ronny in silence for a moment. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_193'></a>193</span> +“This college makes me weary,” she burst out in +an impatient voice. “There are too many undercurrents +here. Why should the sports committee +keep back information about basket ball? To suit +their own pleasure, of course. Very likely they +are banded into a clique like those silly Sans Soucians. +If it happens to be the same kind of clique, +then look out for trouble at the try-out.” +</p> +<p> +“Perhaps they have a good reason for not giving +out the information until a certain time,” argued +Ronny. “Maybe they don’t approve of the Sans. +As seniors, they should be on the heights, so far as +college ethics are concerned.” +</p> +<p> +“I trust they are,” Jerry returned, in a prim +voice, rolling her eyes at Ronny. “Just the same, +I doubt it. I’ll tell you more about ’em after the +try-out. They’ll have to show me.” +</p> +<p> +It was on Monday that Ronny heard of the try-out. +Not until Thursday afternoon did the notices +of it appear on the various bulletin boards. Their +advent led to a certain amount of jubilation on the +part of those freshmen who were fond of the game. +When, at four-thirty, the next afternoon, the committee +appeared in company with Miss Reid, they +found at least thirty-five of the freshman class as +aspirants to the team. A part of the unaspiring +members had come to look on. There was also a +large percentage of sophomores on the scene. Outside +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_194'></a>194</span> +the committee there was only a sprinkling of +juniors and seniors. +</p> +<p> +Marjorie and Muriel had put on their gymnasium +suits at the Hall and had arrived at the gymnasium +shortly after four o’clock. Jerry, Ronny and Lucy +did not appear until almost half-past four. They +were accompanied by Vera Mason, Nella Sherman +and Leila Harper. In the meantime Marjorie and +Muriel had been watching, with some longing, a +number of freshmen who were out on the floor +practicing with the ball. Prominent among them +was Lola Elster, who seemed to know the game, or +thought she did, better than her companion player. +She was quite in her element, and was issuing frequent +orders, in a rather shrill voice, as she darted +about in pursuit of the ball. The “pick-up” squad +with whom she was playing appeared to be completely +under her domination. +</p> +<p> +“I don’t care to make a team that Miss Elster +is on,” Muriel confided to Marjorie in a disgusted +tone. “She is altogether too fond of her +own playing. Besides, she is inclined to be tricky +and I wouldn’t trust her. She’d elbow her best +friend out of the way if they were both after the +ball.” +</p> +<p> +“Those girls seem to like her,” commented Marjorie. +“I should say none of them were very good +players. It is conceited, perhaps, to say that we +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_195'></a>195</span> +know the game better than they, but if that is a +sample of their work, we are stars compared with +them. They couldn’t make more than a scrub team +at Sanford High.” +</p> +<p> +“I know it,” agreed Muriel. “They aren’t quick +enough. That’s their greatest trouble.” Glancing +from the players to the audience, who stood in +groups about the room, she exclaimed: “There are +the girls! Let’s go over and see them.” +</p> +<p> +“Only for a minute,” Marjorie stipulated. “This +affair is going to begin soon.” +</p> +<p> +They had no more than exchanged a few words +with their chums when the bell rang for a clear +floor. Incidental with it the senior manager of +basket ball interests stepped forward to make the +usual announcements for the try-out and lay down +the conditions which the players must observe. +Those wishing to try for a place on the regular +freshman team were then requested to come forward +on the floor. About thirty-five girls responded +and enough of them to make two squads +were selected. These were ordered to the floor for +a twenty-minutes’ test. Their work was carefully +noted by Miss Reid, three seniors, including the +manager, and a Mr. Fulton, a professional coach. +</p> +<p> +Altogether, four sets of players were tried out. +Several of the freshmen who had worked on the +first squads did duty again. Among these was +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_196'></a>196</span> +Lola Elster. It was among the third round of +players that Marjorie and Muriel appeared, and +only half-heartedly at that. Both felt the utter +futility of trying for the team, after they had +looked on for a little. They did not like the methods +of either the coach or Miss Reid. Neither were +expert in proper knowledge of the game. Worse, +their sympathies were plainly with Miss Elster, +who, when not on the floor, stood between them, +talking animatedly, now indicating one or another +of the players, or expressing an opinion to which +both agreed by nodding affably. +</p> +<p> +Both Lookouts made a conscientious effort to +play their best, but their team-mates were fit only +for scrub players. The result was the slowest +twenty-minutes’ work that either ever remembered. +Try as they might, they could not overcome the disadvantage +under which they were laboring. Hardest +of all was the knowledge that they could make a +good showing if they but had the opportunity. +</p> +<p> +When their time was up both gladly hurried +from the floor to where their group of friends +awaited them. The expressions of the five girls +varied only in the degree of contempt each registered +for what they had just witnessed. +</p> +<p> +“Why didn’t you wait to see whether you made +the team?” inquired Jerry with gentle sarcasm. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_197'></a>197</span> +</p> +<p> +“A-h-h-h!” was Muriel’s reply, expressive of her +feelings. +</p> +<p> +“We couldn’t make that team in a century.” +Marjorie was smiling a whimsical little smile which +contained no bitterness. +</p> +<p> +“I guess not. You might as well have played +for twenty minutes with a bunch of nine-pins. +Anyway, you were dead before you ever set foot +on the floor. That Miss Elster has the coach, Miss +Reid and several others right on her side. This is +the Sans inning, n’est ce pas? Uh-huh! No mistake +about it.” Jerry bowed and smirked as she +carried on this bit of conversation with herself. +</p> +<p> +“Cast an eye upon the Sans just now,” Leila +said scornfully. “Are they not pleased with themselves? +Do you think they would have let you or +Muriel make that team? Not so long as they +could influence those in charge. The seniors are +not to blame. They kept the date of the try-out to +themselves until the last to prevent the Sans from +fixing things for their freshman friends. It did +small good.” Leila shrugged her shoulders. +</p> +<p> +“They shouldn’t be allowed to run things,” Jerry +asserted stoutly. “The trouble is everyone stands +back and allows them to take the lead. Their cast-iron +nerve is what helps them out. Besides they are +an unscrupulous lot. They boast that they are the +daughters of millionaires. Well, the rest of us are +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_198'></a>198</span> +not paupers. Only we are above trading upon our +folks’ money as a means of influence. That is +ignoble and should be stamped out of Hamilton.” +</p> +<p> +“It never will be unless we all work together for a +new spirit of democracy,” broke in Ronny’s resolute +tones. “We must establish it in our class +regardless of these unfair sophomores and their +false notions, so detrimental to nobility of character.” +</p> +<p> +“Unfair indeed.” Leila smiled wryly. “Vera +and I know. You should have seen us last year. +We had a disagreeable freshman cruise, thanks to +the Sans. They thought for a short time that we +were perhaps poor. We found it out and let them +think so to their hearts’ content. You should have +seen their scorn of us. At Thanksgiving we had +our cars sent on to us. Then they were in a quandary! +We were not poor, so it seemed, but how +wealthy were we? They never found out. They +tried so hard.” +</p> +<p> +A blast of the manager’s whistle signalled attention. +The names of the successful contestants were +about to be read out by the coach. Lola Elster had +been awarded center. Two of her particular friends +had won right and left guard. Robin Page had +achieved right forward. At this, none watching +wondered. She had played in the first squads and +done good work. Left forward fell to a Miss Burton, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_199'></a>199</span> +a freshman Dulcie Vale had been rushing and +whom she had escorted to the frolic. +</p> +<p> +“I am glad it is over. I am not sorry I tried for +a place on the team,” soliloquized Marjorie aloud. +“Neither Muriel nor I had a fair chance. I was +hurt and disappointed for a minute or so after I +saw the way things were going. I am not now. +I shall wait until next year,” she announced, in a +calm, determined voice, “then I shall make the +team. That means we will all have to work together +to bring about a happier state of affairs at +Hamilton. None of us can be free or happy with +this shadow hanging over us. There can be no +true class spirit unless we base it on the traditions +which Mr. Brooke Hamilton wished observed by +the students of Hamilton College.” +</p> +<h2><a name='chXXI' id='chXXI'></a>CHAPTER XXI.—ON THE EVE OF THE GAME.</h2> +<p> +Following the basket ball try-out, which the +Sanford five agreed was the tamest attempt at playing +basket ball that they had ever witnessed, little +of moment befell them as the days slipped by and +the Thanksgiving holiday drew near. As they +would have four days’ vacation, all were determined +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_200'></a>200</span> +on spending them in Sanford. Ronny was +going to Miss Archer’s, as she had promised her +God-mother this holiday before leaving for college. +</p> +<p> +Lucy Warner was the only one of the Five Travelers +who intended to remain at Hamilton during +the holiday. She had flatly refused to allow Ronny +to defray her expense home. +</p> +<p> +“There is no use in my going home. I would +not see Mother except for a very short time. She +is nursing a fever patient and won’t be able to leave +her for at least three weeks. Yes, I know I could +be with you girls. I’d love to, but Katherine has +no place to go. I might better stay here with her. +I am going home for Christmas and she has promised +to spend those holidays with me.” This was +Lucy’s view of the matter. +</p> +<p> +The day of their departure for home was typical +Thanksgiving weather, fairly cold, and marked by +snow flurries. If the trip to Hamilton had seemed +long, the journey home was longer. With all four +impatiently counting the miles between Hamilton +and Sanford, time dragged. Their train having +left Hamilton at eleven o’clock that morning, it was +after dark when it pulled into Sanford. A fond +company of home folks were on the station platform +to greet the travelers, who for the first time +since leaving for college, separated, to go in different +directions. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_201'></a>201</span> +</p> +<p> +Marjorie thought the most beautiful sight she +had ever looked upon were the lights of her own +dear home. Encircled by her captain’s arm, they +blinked her a mellow, cheery welcome as the automobile +sped up the drive. She never forgot the +wondrous happiness she experienced in returning +to her father and mother after her first long absence +from them. +</p> +<p> +It was after dark on the Sunday evening following +Thanksgiving when four of the Five Travelers +alighted from the train at Hamilton station. Tired +though she was, and a little sad, Marjorie thrilled +with an odd kind of patriotism as the lights of the +campus houses twinkled on her horizon. There +was, after all, a certain vague joy in having returned +to college. +</p> +<p> +Ronny, Jerry and Muriel all agreed with her in +this, as the Lookouts gathered in hers and Jerry’s +room after Sunday night supper to tell Lucy the +news of home. Mrs. Warner had called at the +Deans on Saturday and intrusted a letter and package +to Marjorie for Lucy. The package, when +opened, revealed a pretty knitted sweater and cap +in a warm shade of blue. Lucy’s mother had knitted +them during intervals while her patient slept. +</p> +<p> +“How have things been here?” queried Jerry, +after the admiring comments relative to Lucy’s cap +and sweater had subsided. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_202'></a>202</span> +</p> +<p> +“It has been so blissfully quiet,” sighed Lucy. +“There were only five girls here over Thanksgiving. +Miss Remson says she has experienced a spell +of heavenly calm. We had a fine Thanksgiving +dinner. Two of Miss Remson’s nephews were here +for the day. They brought their violins and Miss +Remson plays well on the piano. We had music +Thanksgiving evening. Friday evening we were +both invited to Professor Wenderblatt’s home. Mr. +Henry Arthur Bradburn, a friend of his, who has +made a number of Arctic journeys is visiting him. +There were about twenty-five guests. You can imagine +how proud Kathie and I were. Lillian came +over on Friday morning and invited us.” +</p> +<p> +“You may go to the head of the class,” commented +Jerry. “You’re graduated from the stay-in-your-shell +period. I never before heard of such +a sudden and unparalleled blossoming into the high-brows’ +garden.” +</p> +<p> +The Five Travelers lingered to talk that evening +until the last minute before the ten-thirty bell rang. +The next day was not characterized by particularly +brilliant recitations on the part of any of the returned +students. +</p> +<p> +On the third day of December notices appeared +on the bulletin board announcing the first basket +ball game of the season. The sophomores had challenged +the freshmen to meet them on the second +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_203'></a>203</span> +Saturday in the month, which fell on the fourteenth. +The sophomore team was composed entirely of +Sans Soucians. Natalie Weyman, Dulcie Vale, +Joan Myers, Adelaide Forman and Evangeline +Heppler were the select five who were to wrestle +with the freshmen for the ball. +</p> +<p> +“Can they play basket ball?” was Muriel Harding’s +pertinent question put to her room-mate, +Miss Barlow, who had just finished naming the +players on the sophomore team. The two girls had +met outside Hamilton Hall and stopped as was their +wont to consult the main bulletin board. +</p> +<p> +“They are fairly fast players, but,” Miss Barlow’s +eyebrows went up, “they are so tricky. They +composed the freshman team, last year. Gratifying, +isn’t it, to be able to head basket ball two years +in succession?” The question was freighted with +sarcasm. +</p> +<p> +“Very,” returned Muriel, inwardly amazed at +this new attitude on the part of her reserved room-mate. +It was the first time Moretense had ever +grown personal in regard to any of the students. +</p> +<p> +“I am positive the juniors won’t play them this +year,” Hortense continued. “They had enough of +them last. Really, the umpire nearly wore herself +out shrieking ‘foul’ during that game. My word, +but they worked hard—cheating. It did them not +a particle of good. They lost by ten points.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_204'></a>204</span> +</p> +<p> +“Do you like basket ball?” Muriel was further +astonished at her companion’s apparent interest in +the sport. +</p> +<p> +“Yes, I do, when it is well and fairly played. I +have never yet seen a really clever game played at +Hamilton.” +</p> +<p> +Similar information drifted to the Lookouts concerning +the sophomores’ work at basket ball, during +the few days that preceded the game. Far from +the usual amount of enthusiasm which attends this +sport was exhibited by the upper class students. The +freshmen, however, were duly excited over it. +While many of them had disapproved the partiality +shown at the try-out, they could only hope that the +freshman team would rally to their work on the +day of the game and vanquish the sophs. The team +was practicing assiduously. That was a good sign. +The sophomores were not nearly so faithful at +practice. +</p> +<p> +“If ‘our crowd’ can play even half as well as the +scrub teams could at Sanford High they can whip +this aggregation of geese, Robin Page excepted,” +Jerry asserted scornfully to her chums on the evening +before the game. The next day’s recitations +hastily prepared, the Lookouts had gathered in +Ronny’s room for a spread. +</p> +<p> +“I feel sorry for Miss Page,” remarked Ronny, +without lifting her eyes from their watch on the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_205'></a>205</span> +chafing dish in which the chocolate had begun to +bubble. +</p> +<p> +“So do I. I told her so yesterday,” confessed +Muriel. “I met her in the library and we had quite +a long talk. She said she would have resigned after +the first day of practice, but she felt that it would +be cowardly. She knows the game as it should be +played, but the other four girls are quite shaky on +some points of it and they won’t let her correct +them when they make really glaring mistakes. She +tried it twice. Both times she just escaped quarreling +with them. So she quit.” +</p> +<p> +“I think she is so plucky to stay on the team +under such circumstances.” Marjorie looked up +from her sandwich-making labors, her face full of +honest admiration for Robin. “She is such a delightful +girl, isn’t she?” +</p> +<p> +“She makes me think of a small boy,” was Jerry’s +comparison. “Tell you something else about her +when I get this tiresome bottle of olives opened. If +I don’t extract the treacherous old cork very gently, +I’m due to hand myself a quarter of a bottle of brine +in the eyes or in my lap or wherever it may happen +to land. There!” She triumphantly drew forth +the stubborn cork without accident. “Now about +Robin Page. She asked me to ask you girls to go +to the game with the Silverton Hall crowd. Then +she wants us to be her guests at dinner at the Hall +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_206'></a>206</span> +and spend the evening with her and her pals. I’ve +accepted for us all, so make your plans accordingly.” +</p> +<p> +“I’ve already asked Moretense to go to the game +with us.” Muriel looked briefly perplexed. “I +don’t think anyone will care if I ask her to go with +us to meet the Silverton Hall girls. I can’t go with +you folks to dinner, for my estimable room-mate +has invited me to the Colonial and engaged a table +ahead. I am to meet Miss Angier and Miss Thompson, +juniors and friends of hers.” +</p> +<p> +“When did you make all these dates and right +over our heads?” Jerry quizzed, trying to appear +offended and failing utterly. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, the other day,” returned Muriel lightly. +“It shows you that I am well thought of, too, in +high-brow circles.” She cast a sly glance toward +Lucy. The latter was happily engaged in cutting +generous slices from a fruit cake which had come +by express that day. Mrs. Warner had made it +early in the fall and had put it away to season. It +had arrived at an opportune time, and Lucy had +gladly contributed to the feast. +</p> +<p> +She chuckled softly over Muriel’s good-natured +thrust, but made no reply. It was her chief pleasure +to listen to her chums, rather than talk. While she +had expanded wonderfully as a result of association +with a fun-loving, talkative quartette of girls +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_207'></a>207</span> +who had taken pains to draw her out, she still had +spells of the old reserve. She was gradually growing +used to the gay badinage, which went on constantly +among her chums, and on rare occasions +would convulse them by some dry remark of her +own. +</p> +<p> +While the Five Travelers were preparing their +little feast in the utmost good fellowship, in a room +two doors farther up the hall five other girls sat +around a festal table, arguing in an anything but +equable manner. Four of them were members of +the sophomore team. The fifth was Leslie Cairns. +</p> +<p> +“It’s not fair to the kid if you girls don’t give her +a chance to win.” Leslie Cairns’ shaggy eyebrows +met in a ferocious scowl. “Don’t be stingy. You +won enough games last year. Have a heart!” +</p> +<p> +“Honestly, Les, you talk like an idiot!” exclaimed +Natalie Weyman impatiently. “You have +a crush, and no mistake, on that little Elster simpleton. +I don’t care whether you like what I say or +not. You think she is a scream because she behaves +more like a jockey than a student. I think she is so +silly. You will get tired of her swaggering ways +before long. See if you don’t.” +</p> +<p> +“She’s a game little kid, and I like her,” flung +back Leslie with belligerent emphasis. “Why did +you put me to all the trouble to fix things so that +she could make the team if you didn’t intend to give +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_208'></a>208</span> +her a showing. That cost me time and money.” +Her voice rose harshly on the last words. +</p> +<p> +“Shh!” Dulcie Vale held up a warning finger. +“You are almost shouting, Les. Lower your voice.” +</p> +<p> +“I should <em>say</em> so.” Natalie Weyman’s face was a +disagreeable study. Before the arrival of Lola +Elster at Hamilton, she and Leslie had been intimate +friends. Now Leslie had in a measure deserted +her for the bold little freshman she so +detested. +</p> +<p> +“Beg your pardon.” Leslie’s tones dropped back +to their usual drawl. “Sorry you girls have decided +you must break the record tomorrow. Why so +strenuous? You haven’t Beauty and her gang to +fight. They haven’t had even a look-in. I hear they +are really <em>players</em>, too. The trouble with you, Nat, +is you are two-faced. You pretended that you were +anxious for Lola to make the team because you +thought she would make a fine record for herself on +the floor. You said her pals ought to be on the +team, too. So they are, the three of them. I +worked that. Now you didn’t say that you wanted +these three freshmen on the team so as to keep those +Sanford upstarts off. I caught that, too, and fixed +it. I didn’t mind. I can’t see them. What you +wanted was a crowd of freshmen your team could +whip easily.” +</p> +<p> +“That is absolutely ridiculous and unkind in you, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_209'></a>209</span> +Leslie!” Natalie’s face was scarlet. “How could I +possibly know beforehand just how well the freshmen +we—that is—you——” Natalie stammered, +then stopped. +</p> +<p> +Leslie Cairns’ upper lip drew back in a sneering +smile. “How could you know? Well, you dragged +them over to the gym and set them at work with the +ball. This was before the try-out. What? You +took good care not to ask me along that day. Joan +is as deep in it as you are. Then you came back +puffing about what wonderful players these kids +were and so forth. Would I fix it for them. I did. +The day of the try-out I was pretty sore. You can’t +fool me on a basket ball. They are not much more +than scrubs; except Lola. She is O. K. I saw you +and Joan had put one over on me, but it was too +late to make a fuss. Think I don’t know you, Nat? +Ah, but I do!” +</p> +<p> +Natalie sat biting her lip, her eyes narrowed. +She was well aware that Leslie knew her traitorous +disposition. For selfish reasons she did not wish to +quarrel with her. +</p> +<p> +“All right, Leslie,” she shrugged. “Have it your +own way. Go on thinking that, if it will be any +satisfaction to you. You must remember we have +our own end to hold up as sophomores. Why, if +we <em>tried</em> to favor Lola during the game, it would +be noticed and we would have trouble over it. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_210'></a>210</span> +Ever since that Beauty contest, I’ve noticed a difference +in the way I am treated. I used to be <em>It</em> +on the campus. I’ve lost ground, somehow. We +Sans have worked too hard for first place here to +give way now. We must keep up our popularity or +be at the dictation of the common herd. Our team +simply <em>has</em> to make good tomorrow.” +</p> +<h2><a name='chXXII' id='chXXII'></a>CHAPTER XXII.—A HARD ASSIGNMENT.</h2> +<p> +When the chimes rang out a melodious Angelus +at six o’clock that evening, the sophomore-freshman +game was over and the freshman had received the +most complete whitewash on record at Hamilton. +The score at the end of the game was 26-4 in favor +of the sophs. In the freshman quarters, just off the +main floor of the gymnasium, Lola Elster sat weeping +tears of sheer fury, with Miss Cairns alone to +comfort her. +</p> +<p> +“They told me they wouldn’t work hard! They +told me it would be a walk away!” she reiterated +vengefully. “You wait. I’ll be even with that Joan +Myers!” The bulk of her spite was directed against +Joan, with whom she had come most into contact +during the game. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_211'></a>211</span> +</p> +<p> +On the way to their respective campus houses, +groups of indignant freshmen freely discussed and +deplored the disgrace that had fallen upon them. +At least thirty-five girls were bound for Silverton +Hall, walking five abreast, their clear voices rising +high in the energy of discussion. Among these +were Marjorie, Ronny, Jerry and Lucy. All four +were separated, each walking in a different group. +</p> +<p> +In the foremost rank were Robin Page, Portia +Graham, Elaine Hunter, Blanche Scott and Marjorie. +Four of them were engaged in trying to console +Robin, who was feeling the disgrace keenly. +</p> +<p> +“You should have resigned from that team, +Robin, the minute you saw what they were at practice,” +Blanche Scott said energetically. “It was fine +in you to stick for the honor of the class. You did +your best today, under the circumstances. You +were the only one who scored.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes; you need not feel bad, Robin,” consoled +Portia Graham. “I know one thing. There is +going to be a new freshman team before long, and +I hope you will play center.” +</p> +<p> +“You believe, then, Portia, that we ought to raise +a real fuss and demand a new team?” Elaine +Hunter’s blue eyes were alight with anticipation. +She was glad to have some one else express her own +thought. +</p> +<p> +“Yes; don’t you? It is the only way to wipe our +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_212'></a>212</span> +escutcheon clear. Don’t you agree with us, Miss +Dean? We should all stand together in a matter of +this kind. We can only guess as to why such a +team was picked in the first place. Good players +ignored and ‘flunks’ taken on, with the exception of +Robin. Miss Reid, I understand, favors a certain +element of students here. The management of the +sports is in her hands, but it should not be. It +really belongs to the senior sports committee. I +hear, that, for two or three years, they have been +positive figureheads. She has done all the managing. +It is time there was a change.” +</p> +<p> +“Two of the senior committee did not care much, +I believe. The manager, Miss Clement, told me +that she was simply overruled. She objected, but +that was all the good it did,” informed Blanche +Scott. +</p> +<p> +Portia had gone on talking, without giving Marjorie +a chance to agree with her. She now laughingly +apologized and again solicited an opinion. +</p> +<p> +“I think a new team should be chosen,” Marjorie +said evenly. Her eyes were sparkling in the darkness +like twin stars. Here, at last, were girls like +the Lookouts. She was so glad that the matter was +to be taken up and threshed out she could have +shouted. A definite blow for democracy was about +to be struck at Hamilton. “My friends and I +thought the try-out very unfair. We are considered +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_213'></a>213</span> +good players at home, but we were not even chosen +to sub.” +</p> +<p> +She went on a little further to explain why, in +her estimation, the team chosen were so unfit for the +responsibility. Her short talk proved conclusively +that she understood basket ball as only an expert +could. +</p> +<p> +“Won’t you and Miss Harding please enter the +lists again, when we have the new try-out?” coaxed +Elaine Hunter. +</p> +<p> +“No.” Marjorie’s refusal was quietly emphatic. +“Not this year. I am willing to do all I can to help +the good work along, but I don’t care to play. +Muriel feels the same. Next year we hope to make +the team. There are some good players among the +freshmen who had no chance at the try-out. I +would like to see them play. I would like to see +Miss Page play center. She plays a wonderful +game.” +</p> +<p> +“Thank you.” Walking beside Marjorie, Robin +gave her arm a grateful little squeeze. “You and I +are going to be great friends,” she laughed. “How +did you guess my pet ambition?” +</p> +<p> +“I didn’t guess it. I only said what I thought +about it. You deserve the position.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes; and she is going to have it, if there is any +such thing as fair play at Hamilton, and I think +there is.” Portia Graham spoke with a sternness +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_214'></a>214</span> +that presaged action. “After dinner, tonight, I am +going to call a meeting in the back parlor. We can +all get into that room without crowding. Then we +will see what happens.” True to her word, Portia +saw to it, the moment she reached the Hall, that +every freshman in the house was notified of the +meeting. +</p> +<p> +The ringing of the dinner gong shortly afterward +was a pleasing sound to the hungry girls. Dinner +at Silverton Hall was served at two long tables set +lengthwise in a pretty green and white dining room. +The Lookouts found the meal as appetizing as any +they had eaten at Wayland Hall, though no better. +They liked the line-up of merry girls, with most of +whom they now had some acquaintance. +</p> +<p> +Dessert did not receive its usual attention that +night. The excited freshmen finished their dinners +in some haste and promptly repaired to the back parlor. +The same thirty-five who had walked five +abreast across the campus were gathered again for +action. While the murmur of conversation, mingled +with frequent laughter, went on until Portia Graham +took up her station near the old-fashioned fireplace +where she could be seen and heard. Immediately the +buzzing subsided, to be succeeded by a total silence. +</p> +<p> +Her freshman honor stung by the whitewashing +the freshman team had received, she made an address +that came straight from her injured feelings. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_215'></a>215</span> +It was not long, but it was convincing and evoked +loud approbation. Her suggestion was that a letter +of protest be written to Miss Reid and signed by +every freshman in sympathy with the movement. +</p> +<p> +“That excludes four members of the team and a +few of their supporters, but we can’t help that,” she +said. “I think a committee of three had best draw +up the letter. Then it can be passed around for +approval and signatures. Be very sure to read it +carefully. This letter is going to make Miss Reid +very angry, for she will have to know that we considered +her methods unfair. I do not believe she +will take up the matter with Doctor Matthews. If +she should, we will stand our ground. We are +going to stamp out favoritism if we can. After the +letter leaves here with our signatures it will be +handed to the freshmen at Acasia House. I will +obtain their signatures. There are six at Wayland +Hall and all are in sympathy. That leaves about +twenty-four, including the team. The majority of +the twenty besides the team are doubtful. Elaine, +I am going to ask you and Miss Dean if you will +accept the delicate task of obtaining the signatures +of any of the twenty whom you think are with us.” +</p> +<p> +“I will do the best I can. That is no simple undertaking, +Portia Graham,” Elaine reminded, her +gentle face rather blank at the mission. Marjorie +also looked a trifle anxious. Then her face cleared +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_216'></a>216</span> +and she expressed her willingness to comply with +Portia’s request. +</p> +<p> +Jerry’s lips puckered as though about to emit a +whistle when she heard Portia commission the two +freshmen to the difficult task. She was about to +set Portia hastily down in her mind as on the order +of a shirker. She had passed the hardest task to +some one else. Then it suddenly dawned upon her +that, among the freshmen, there were no two better +able to diplomatically perform that task than Marjorie +and Elaine. +</p> +<h2><a name='chXXIII' id='chXXIII'></a>CHAPTER XXIII.—A FRESHMAN REVOLT.</h2> +<p> +The committee of three, which included Portia +Graham, Veronica and Ethel Laird, an Acasia +House freshman, duly met on the following evening. +After two hours of good hard work they succeeded +in preparing a letter of protest which suited +them. It was a drastic letter, written out of the +adamant hardness of youth against injustice. The +Silverton Hall freshmen hailed it with acclamation +and vowed that it ought to be placed on record with +the world’s great documents. The Acasia House +contingent were no less enthusiastic. There were +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_217'></a>217</span> +twenty of them, which, with the six at Wayland +Hall, swelled the number of protestants to fifty-eight. +This represented two-thirds of the class. +</p> +<p> +It was a week from the time the letter was written +and copied before it was signed by the loyal two-thirds. +Portia made haste prudently, never allowing +the precious document to be out of her sight +during the signing process. Each freshman was +also pledged not to mention it outside the class. +During that period of time, Marjorie and Elaine +were carefully scouting about for signers among the +doubtful contingent. It was indeed a hard detail. +</p> +<p> +She and Elaine made a list of the names of the +twenty doubtfuls and divided it between them. +That made only ten apiece, but, oh, that ten! She +finally managed by dint of inquiry to obtain three +signatures from three girls who lived off the campus +and did their own light house-keeping. They appeared +to be pleased with her call, which she made +one snowy December afternoon, and became willing +signers. She promptly told Ronny of them, who as +promptly pricked up her ears. These were the very +girls Ronny was always ready to help. This +brought her list down to seven. Five of these she +learned were devoted supporters of Lola Elster. +Thus, only two of her original ten were left. One +of these two was a Miss Savage, who lived at +Alston Terrace, the most distant house from Hamilton +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_218'></a>218</span> +Hall on the campus. She roomed with her sister, +a junior, and recited French in Marjorie’s class. +The other, a Miss Greene, Marjorie knew only by +sight. She lived in the town of Hamilton and a +chauffeur brought her and came for her with a +limousine every afternoon. +</p> +<p> +How to get in touch with them she did not know. +She was certain that Leila Harper could help her in +this, but she was under promise of silence. The +freshmen signers were growing a trifle impatient, as +they wished to have the affair out of the way before +going home for Christmas. Elaine had secured six +of her ten signatures. The other four she reported +as hopeless. She volunteered to see Miss Savage, +whom she had met socially on several occasions. +</p> +<p> +“I don’t believe I will be able to get that Miss +Greene’s signature,” Marjorie confided to Ronny. +“I am never anywhere near her. I never see her +with any of the Sans or Miss Elster’s friends. She +is not chummy with them. Still, I dislike going up +to her and asking her to sign when I don’t know +her even to bow to.” +</p> +<p> +“I would not trouble myself about her,” advised +Ronny. “I do not like her looks. I heard, quite a +while ago, that she was very distant. It is too bad +you had to bother with that list. Still, I would have +accepted it had I been asked to do so. The end is +worth the pains in this case.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_219'></a>219</span> +</p> +<p> +Marjorie nodded. “Oh, I didn’t much mind. I +am glad I slid through without any fussing. Right +is right, only one can’t always make the other person +see it. I will go over to Silverton Hall today +after classes and tell Portia I can’t get hold of Miss +Greene. Perhaps she can.” +</p> +<p> +Shortly after four that afternoon, Marjorie +walked slowly down the main drive, intending presently +to strike off across the campus in the direction +of Silverton Hall. She had not gone far when she +heard the crunch of a footstep behind her. Involuntarily +she turned her head to encounter the cold +stare of two pale blue eyes. “Oh!” was her soft-breathed +interjection. The eyes belonged to Miss +Greene. More, Miss Greene was about to address +her. +</p> +<p> +“Are you Miss Dean, the young woman who is +getting signatures for a protest against Miss Reid’s +management of basket ball?” she asked icily. +</p> +<p> +“Yes,” Marjorie unhesitatingly answered, measuring +the questioner with a calm, uncritical glance. +“I have not your signature. Do you wish to sign +the paper we shall presently send Miss Reid?” +</p> +<p> +“Where is this paper?” counter-questioned Miss +Greene. “I wish to see it. I have never heard of +anything more outrageous! Miss Reid is a dear +friend of mine.” +</p> +<p> +Marjorie colored hotly at the other’s tone. Raising +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_220'></a>220</span> +her head she coolly stared Miss Greene straight +in the eye. “I have not the paper with me. In any +case you would not care to sign it. It is in the +form of a letter to Miss Reid and is just. The outrageous +part of the affair lies in Miss Reid having +shown favoritism, not in the freshmen having resented +it. Good afternoon.” She continued on +down the drive, leaving an angry freshman behind +her. +</p> +<p> +Portia Graham received the account of the interview +with troubled eyes. “Who do you suppose +told her?” she asked Marjorie. “We were anxious +to send the letter before news of it reached Miss +Reid. She deserves it, you know. My sister graduated +from here last June and she could not endure +Miss Reid. Of course, Miss Greene will tell her, if +she hasn’t already. We had best send the letter at +once. A little early for a Christmas greeting, but +it will give her food for reflection,” Portia finished +sarcastically. +</p> +<p> +“There are no games to be played before Christmas, +anyway,” returned Marjorie. “What we wish +to prevent is another exhibition of how not to play +basket ball as given by that limping team. Suppose +Miss Reid ignores our letter?” +</p> +<p> +“Then we will take it higher,” was the quick +response. “She won’t. She will probably send for +the committee which I informed her in the letter +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_221'></a>221</span> +would meet her to discuss the matter. I did not +mention any names. Will you go with me if she +sends for us? I would like Miss Lynne and Miss +Harding, Elaine and Miss Cornell.” +</p> +<p> +“I will go and so will Ronny and Muriel.” Marjorie +gave the promise for herself and friends. +</p> +<p> +Miss Greene now out of the question, and Elaine +having obtained Miss Savage’s signature, there was +no further time wasted. The letter was sent and +the freshmen rested their case until a reply came. +Reply, however, was not forthcoming. Up to the +day when college closed for the Christmas holidays +Miss Reid had made no sign save to haughtily +ignore the justice-seeking freshmen when she encountered +them on the campus. The six girls, who +formed the committee for final action, quietly +agreed that as soon as they returned from their +holiday vacation they would immediately wait upon +Miss Reid and demand justice. +</p> +<p> +Occupied with this matter, Marjorie had allowed +her own affairs to slide for a time. The day before +going home, she recalled with regret that she had +intended to invite Leila Harper to spend the holidays +with her. It was too late now. Still, there +would be the Easter vacation. She would invite +Leila for that, before going home. Leila’s bright +blue eyes filled with tears when Marjorie delivered +her invitation. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_222'></a>222</span> +</p> +<p> +“You are a darling,” she said unsteadily. “I +would accept in a minute, but I am going home +with Vera. Easter, now you have asked me, I will +accept with loud Irish rejoicing. Vera is almost as +much of a stray as I. Her father is Roderick +Mason, the portrait painter. They have a whopping +old apartment in the Glendenning, on Central +Park, west. It is part studio. Her mother died +when she was three weeks old. Her father brought +her up. He’s a fine man, but erratic. Whatever she +asks him for he says: ‘Yes, yes; but don’t annoy +me with it.’ He loves her when he happens to recall +that he has a daughter,” Leila ended half bitterly. +</p> +<p> +“I wish Vera would spend Easter with us, too,” +Marjorie said quickly. “I shall invite her before I +go home. Come along. We will ask her now. I +am going home on that eight-ten train in the morning, +so I won’t have time then to see her.” +</p> +<p> +Leila’s face was aglow with a new-found happiness +as she and Marjorie ran up the stairs to Vera’s +room. There was that in Marjorie’s sweet cordiality +which thawed the ice about her heart. Next to +Vera, she had received Marjorie into her affections. +In consequence, she was more in touch with Marjorie’s +college affairs than the latter dreamed. Leila +was in possession of the news of the freshman +revolt against Miss Reid, but she kept it strictly to +herself. She also honored Marjorie and her chums +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_223'></a>223</span> +for being able to keep a secret. The news, in reality, +had been published abroad by Miss Reid herself, +who had showed the letter to Natalie Weyman, +Leslie Cairns and even Lola Elster. These three +had been furiously angry over the attempt to “put +one over,” as Leslie Cairns had expressed herself. +</p> +<p> +“Let it go until we come back from our vacation. +Don’t see any of them,” she stolidly advised Miss +Reid. “I will find a way to settle them. Lola stays +on the team. I heard this Miss Dean, Beauty, you +know,” she sneered, “was trotting around with the +paper. I know a way to even up scores with her. +Leave it to me. Oh, yes. I’ll tell you one thing +you may do. Write that snippy Miss Page and +demand her resignation from the team. That will +make the revolutionists wild. As soon as we come +back make the freshies challenge us to play. I’ll see +that they win next time and don’t you flunk, either. +The soph’s team will have to do as I say. They all +owe me money.” +</p> +<p> +Miss Reid entertained great respect for the +Cairns money, though at heart she was not fond of +Leslie and her bullying ways. She was obliged to +admit that Leslie Cairns was a born politician. +This was not strange. Her father was Peter Cairns, +the hardest-headed tyrant among a group of financiers +who based all values on money. +</p> +<p> +“I believe you are right, Leslie, about the freshman +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_224'></a>224</span> +team challenging the sophomore team directly +after the holidays,” she reluctantly conceded. “If +the freshman team should win, it would put a stop +to this nonsense. I shall put a stop to it, at any +rate, by simply ignoring it.” Miss Reid was carefully +ignoring all recognition of the fact that Leslie +had the upper hand and was dictating to her. This +fact was not lost on Leslie. +</p> +<p> +“The freshman team must win,” she said, looking +hard at the physical instructor. “If you can’t +manage it, I will send for a coach who can. I can +have him here for two weeks before the game. He +can live in town and I’ll run him out here in my car +every day to coach the team. I don’t mean Fulton. +He is too namby-pamby. I mean a coach who will +really train the team and at the same time keep off +any freshmen who start to interfere.” +</p> +<p> +“That will not be necessary, Leslie.” Miss +Reid’s tones were freighted with annoyance. “I +believe I can be trusted to coach the freshman team +so that they will—well, make a good showing at +the next game.” +</p> +<p> +“Win the game?” was the significant question. +</p> +<p> +“Yes, win the game,” repeated Miss Reid. +“Please recall that I selected that team; not the +coach. It doesn’t include any of your pet aversions. +I hope I am equal to this emergency.” +</p> +<p> +“I hope so,” returned Leslie, without enthusiasm. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_225'></a>225</span> +“Anyway, I shall keep an eye on the team myself. +Now if Nat comes raving to you about Lola or me +pay no attention to her. She wants to be a basket +ball star and it’s an inconvenient time to aspire to +it. Understand? What?” With this final characteristic +interjection, Leslie sauntered out of the +instructor’s room without troubling to say good-bye. +It had not occurred to her to say “Merry Christmas” +or wish Miss Reid the season’s compliments, +although the conversation took place between them +not more than two hours before Leslie left Hamilton +to go to New York for the holidays. +</p> +<p> +Happily unconscious of any dark conspiracies +against her welfare, Marjorie’s last night at the +Hall was congenially spent. The Five Travelers +had packed in the afternoon and were free to spend +the evening together. They had decided to use the +time in wrapping and directing a number of packages, +containing simple remembrances for a few of +the Hamilton students whose home addresses they +had secured. These they could mail at the station +the next morning. While the five girls talked and +worked, their old friend, the chimes, entertained +them with his ever beautiful Christmas repertoire. +“Hark the Herald Angels Sing,” “Silent Night,” +“Little Town of Bethlehem,” “Cheerful Adoration,” +and other Yuletide favorites rang gloriously out on +the still snowy air. The concert ended with “God +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_226'></a>226</span> +Rest You, Merry Gentlemen,” which had been +Brooke Hamilton’s pet carol. +</p> +<p> +“Thank you ever so much, old dear,” Marjorie +made a childish little bow in the direction of her +friend as the little prelude before the striking of +eleven began. The ten-thirty rule was not being +observed that night and no one cared. +</p> +<p> +“Yes; much obliged chimes,” echoed Jerry. “It +will be quite awhile before we hear your melodious +voice again. There, that’s my last package.” She +laid an oblong bundle on a pile beside her with an +audible sigh of satisfaction. +</p> +<p> +“Mine, too. Come on, Lucy, we must turn in. +Shoo, shoo, Muriel. Go right straight to your +room. It’s late. Didn’t you know it.” Ronny +made a playful attempt to drive Muriel to the door. +The latter braced her feet and stood her ground. +Both girls were laughing as were also the three onlookers. +The sound of mirth could be faintly heard +in the hall. +</p> +<p> +Coming in from a motor ride with several of the +Sans, Natalie Weyman heard the laughter as she +passed Marjorie’s room on the way to her own. +Her face clouded perceptibly. What a lot those +girls seemed to find to laugh at, was her resentful +thought. She was always hearing sounds of laughter +from both Marjorie’s room and that of her +friend across the hall. It was evident they did not +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_227'></a>227</span> +quarrel much. For an instant Natalie wished she +knew them better. Leslie and Dulcie were always +so disagreeable unless they could have their own +way. Remembering her grudge against Marjorie, +her lips tightened. What she really wished was not +to know Marjorie better; only to be even with her +for what she considered an irreparable injury done +her. +</p> +<h2><a name='chXXIV' id='chXXIV'></a>CHAPTER XXIV.—THE FIRST VICTORY.</h2> +<p> +After two weeks of undiluted happiness at home, +Marjorie’s return to Hamilton was a wrench, keenly +felt by all immediately concerned. According to her +own ideas it was like a plant; nicely rooted in one +soil, only to be jerked up by the roots and transplanted. +Once returned to Wayland Hall, it took +her longer to settle down than at Thanksgiving. +She had little spells of yearning for her father and +mother which only time dimmed. +</p> +<p> +For a week following the return of the Five +Travelers to Hamilton, they heard nothing of basket +ball interests save that Miss Reid had still made +no reply to the letter sent her. Another week +passed, during which the fall term ended and two +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_228'></a>228</span> +days of written tests ensued. Then came one day +of vacation which was always given the students of +Hamilton at the closing of a term. It was on the +afternoon of this holiday that the freshman class, +minus fourteen members, who had purposely been +left out, met in the living room of Silverton Hall. +It was a tight squeeze, but every one of the sixty-eight +girls managed to crowd into the room. +Portia Graham stood on a chair backed against the +wall to address them. When she had finished +speaking the room rang with cheers. She had advocated +a committee to wait on Miss Reid and insist +on fair treatment. +</p> +<p> +“In the event that Miss Reid refuses us justice, +are you in favor of taking our grievance higher?” +she questioned in purposeful tones. +</p> +<p> +“YES!” was the unanimous shout. +</p> +<p> +“Contrary?” she inquired sweetly, but there were +no contrary members present. +</p> +<p> +“Are you satisfied with the choice of the following +members as a committee? Their names are: +Veronica Lynne, Marjorie Dean, Muriel Harding, +Elaine Hunter, Mary Cornell, Portia Graham.” +</p> +<p> +Another resounding affirmative, followed by no +dissenting voices, was immediately forthcoming. +</p> +<p> +“That settles it,” she declared grimly. “We will +call on Miss Reid tomorrow evening at eight +o’clock. For the benefit of any one not yet familiar +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_229'></a>229</span> +with Hamilton, I will say that Miss Reid lives at +Randolph House. If she is not in, we will make +another call on the next evening. I ask you on your +honor as freshmen of 19— not to speak of this to +anyone after you leave here.” +</p> +<p> +At ten minutes to eight the next evening the +committee met in front of Wayland Hall and proceeded +across the campus toward the north to Randolph +House which was devoted to faculty. They +walked briskly along on the frozen lawn, almost in +silence. Portia was to be spokesman, and she was +mentally framing her remarks as she went. She +was not in the least diffident when it came to facing +Miss Reid, and she intended to drive home her +point. +</p> +<p> +The assurance of the maid who answered their +ring that Miss Reid was in, sent a queer little thrill +over them all. Marjorie smiled to herself as she +entered the reception room. This was not the first +disagreeable call she had been obliged by duty to +make. +</p> +<p> +A ten-minutes’ wait, during which they conversed +a little in low tones, and Miss Reid appeared. +She was a tall woman, rather attractive at first +glance, but not as one studied her features. Her +small black eyes were shrewd and furtive, while the +expression of her full face in repose was self-satisfied +rather than agreeable. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_230'></a>230</span> +</p> +<p> +“Good evening,” she saluted, in an uninterested +tone. She looked from one to another of her visitors +as though nonplussed by the invasion. Both +tone and look were intended to deceive. Miss Reid +guessed the nature of the call. +</p> +<p> +“Good evening,” was the united salutation. The +committee viewed the instructor with a gravity +which nettled her. +</p> +<p> +“We called this evening, Miss Reid,” Portia began +sternly, “because you have paid no attention to +the letter we sent you before the holidays. It was +signed by more than two-thirds of the freshman +class and merited a reply which you did not make. +We were serious in our intent, and expected you +would treat our complaint with traditional courtesy. +You did not. We have, therefore, come here to ask +you if you intend to grant us the justice of a new +team.” +</p> +<p> +“Certainly not.” A tide of dull color had risen +to Miss Reid’s face as she listened to Portia’s blunt +arraignment. Her eyes had begun to snap and her +pronounced black brows were drawn together. +“You are insolent, Miss Graham. I simply will not +discuss the matter with you. I will say only that +the present team remains, with the exception of +Miss Page. I have requested her resignation. Her +team-mates complain she is not fast enough for the +work. I mailed her a note this afternoon. You +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_231'></a>231</span> +must understand that you cannot fly in the face of +a member of the faculty and hope to gain by such +an act. I am amazed at freshman—we will say—temerity.” +</p> +<p> +A sinister stillness followed Miss Reid’s caustic +retaliation. A battery of scornful eyes was leveled +at the disgruntled instructor. The very air was +thick with the committee’s displeasure. This latest +piece of injustice, directed against Robin Page, +capped the climax. It was two minutes, at least, +before Portia could trust her voice in a reply. She +was angry enough to wrathfully denounce Miss +Reid, then and there. +</p> +<p> +“It will not be necessary for Miss Page to resign +from the team. She has already been sufficiently +humiliated by having been identified with a set of +scrub players. There will be a new freshman team +and Miss Page will play on it. I am certain that +Doctor Matthews will understand that something +of unusual unfairness has happened to stir the +majority of the freshman class into revolt.” Every +word Portia uttered cut clearly on the stillness of +the room. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, not the majority of the freshman class, Miss +Graham.” Miss Reid’s intonation was that of one +correcting a glaring exaggeration. It was accompanied +by a smile of malicious incredulity. +</p> +<p> +“If you will refer to the letter sent you before +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_232'></a>232</span> +the holidays, you will find that it was signed by +sixty-eight freshmen. The class numbers eighty-two. +A meeting of the sixty-eight freshmen who +resent your unfairness was called yesterday. The +result—we are here tonight.” Portia’s retort was +laden with cold, uncompromising dignity. +</p> +<p> +It was distinctly chilling to the physical instructor’s +audacious stand. For the first time since +her entrance into the room she became ill at ease. +The force with which she had to deal was altogether +too active for comfort. She knew that +Portia would keep her word. With sixty-eight incensed +freshmen at her back, Doctor Matthews +would not only listen but investigate. An investigation +would be decidedly humiliating to her, and +also jeopardize her position at Hamilton. She +found herself caught between two fires. She had +promised Leslie Cairns that Lola Elster’s team +would win. It would not be easy to pacify Leslie +if she acceded to the committee’s demand. Self-preservation +must be considered first, however. +After the high hand she had just taken in answering +Portia, she hardly knew what to say. +</p> +<p> +“I—that is——” she began, stopped, then said +with as much of an attempt at offended dignity as +she could muster: “I cannot talk further with you +concerning this matter tonight. I have an engagement +with two members of the faculty and am +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_233'></a>233</span> +already late. If you will come to the gymnasium +at four o’clock tomorrow afternoon I will see what +I can do to pacify the freshman class. I would prefer +resigning all interest in basket ball rather than +be the center of a freshman quarrel.” She rose +from her chair, as though determined to end the +uncomfortable interview. +</p> +<p> +“Very well,” Portia coldly inclined her head. +“We shall expect to see you in the gymnasium at +four o’clock. We will not detain you longer.” +</p> +<p> +She rose. Her companions immediately followed +suit. Portia’s “good evening” was echoed by the +others as they filed through the door, their soft, +young faces set in cold contempt. +</p> +<p> +Not a word passed among them until they were +well away from the house. Elaine Hunter was the +first to speak. “Did you ever see anyone more +upset than Miss Reid was toward the last?” she +asked her companions in general. +</p> +<p> +“She had good reason to be,” returned Portia +grimly. “We have won our point. I hope she does +resign basket ball management. A senior told me +recently that she has always been a bugbear to the +teams. She insists on managing everything and +everybody who will let her. Miss Reid has had the +reputation for years of favoring money and fighting +principle. She has repeatedly used basket ball +favors as means of ingratiating herself with wealthy +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_234'></a>234</span> +students. If she really makes good what she said +about resigning it will be the first important victory +for democracy at Hamilton.” +</p> +<h2><a name='chXXV' id='chXXV'></a>CHAPTER XXV.—A NEW CONSPIRACY.</h2> +<p> +Not daring to break the appointment she had +made with the freshman committee, Miss Reid met +them the next afternoon in the gymnasium at the +time she had set. She had been very careful, in the +meantime, not to come in contact with Leslie Cairns +or Lola Elster. Deep in her soul, she was raging +at the choice which had been forced upon her. Fear +of losing her position of years’ standing at Hamilton, +and the even more active fear that perhaps her +connivance with Leslie Cairns was known in college, +urged her to shun campus publicity. Resignation +was the one way out of her difficulties with both +parties. It would check all freshman activities +against her. As for Leslie, what could she say or +do in the face of it? She would be angry, of course, +and insulting. Insults, however, broke no bones. +Leslie could not circulate malicious reports about +her without implicating herself. To resign also +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_235'></a>235</span> +meant a saving of dignity. Miss Reid determined, +therefore, to resign, but without appointing a time +for a new try-out. She would slide from under and +let the freshmen straighten the snarl as best they +might. +</p> +<p> +A plan is not a success until it has been carried +out. This Miss Reid learned at her second interview +with the committee. Portia, backed by the +other members of the committee, insisted that Miss +Reid should sign a notice of her own composition, +announcing a new try-out. +</p> +<p> +“You may say, if you choose, that, owing to the +dissatisfaction of the preponderance of the freshman +class with the work of the present basket ball team, +you have been requested by a committee, representing +freshman interests, to call another try-out for +the purpose of selecting another team, composed of +players, adequate to the work.” +</p> +<p> +“But no such thing has ever been heard of, much +less done, here at Hamilton,” objected Miss Reid, +when Portia coolly outlined the notice. +</p> +<p> +“It has been heard of now and must be done,” +came the instant answer. “I assure you, Miss Reid, +that you will go further toward gaining the respect +of the students by being impersonal in this affair. +You have been severely criticized for allowing so +inadequate a team to take the floor. On the day +of the first try-out good players were ignored and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_236'></a>236</span> +unskilful ones chosen. You will gain more by rectifying +this error. You owe it to yourself to do so +before you resign. We freshmen prefer the seniors +as managers of our college sports. You have not +been just with us and we have resented your injustice.” +</p> +<p> +Portia’s denunciation of the physical instructor’s +methods was, undoubtedly, candid. It had the desired +effect, however. Miss Reid wrote and posted +the notice. Further, she sent a frigid little note to +the senior manager of college sports, whom she had +treated so discourteously on the day of the try-out, +renouncing all voice and interest in basket ball. +</p> +<p> +The victorious committee’s next move was to get +in touch with the senior sports committee of three, +which included Miss Clement, the senior manager, +and notify them of the complete revolution of +affairs. The two who had sided with Miss Reid +agreed quite meekly now with the committee’s ideas. +The try-out was held in the gymnasium shortly after +the notice had been posted, and, for once, a team +was made up on its merits. Robin Page again made +good and won the coveted position of center. The +request for her resignation from the other team had +not specially troubled Robin, knowing that a shake-up +was imminent. +</p> +<p> +Four released and exasperated freshmen, headed +by Lola Elster and reinforced by the ten classmates +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_237'></a>237</span> +in sympathy with the ex-team besieged Miss Reid, +demanding re-instatement. She very quickly thrust +the burden on the shoulders of the senior sports +committee. She made it plain to her favorites, also, +just who was responsible for the affair. As they +had no case they dared not take their grievance +higher. What they proceeded to do was seek the +consolation of the Sans, all fourteen of them being +at least eligible to association with these exclusives. +Their domineering sophomore sisters obligingly +promised them vengeance against the obnoxious +committee. +</p> +<p> +Leslie Cairns’ receipt of the movement against +collusion was a fit of temper such as she seldom +gave way to. Spying the notice on the bulletin +board, she deliberately ripped it off and tore it to +bits. Then she set off for the gymnasium at a pace +quite foreign to her usual leisurely gait. Luckily +for Miss Reid, she happened to be elsewhere at the +time. Thus, when she and Leslie came to classes +on the following afternoon, the latter had calmed +considerably. She did not spare the older woman’s +feelings, but scored her sharply for “bungling” and +then leaving her friends in the lurch in order to +save herself. +</p> +<p> +“You may say what you please, Leslie, but it +would have done no good to defy them,” the instructor +defended. “The freshman class this year +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_238'></a>238</span> +is a collection of young anarchists. I would advise +you to be very careful what you do. There has not +been such a class in years at Hamilton. A few +more like it and Hamilton will lose its reputation +as a really exclusive college.” +</p> +<p> +“What Hamilton ought to lose is some of its +freshie freshmen,” retorted Leslie. “I have a friend +who knows a lot about one of them, at least, and +she probably knows enough about some others to +queer them here. I mean those ninnies from that +little one-horse town of Sanford. The whole five +of them are an eyesore to me. The only one who +hates ’em harder than I do, is Nat. She never will +forgive that moon-eyed Miss Dean for putting it +over her at the Beauty contest. Leila Harper was +back of that. She is another I could see leave Hamilton +without going into mourning.” +</p> +<p> +“You can place the blame upon the Silverton +Hall crowd, with Miss Graham and Miss Page as +ringleaders,” informed Miss Reid sourly. +</p> +<p> +Leslie shrugged sceptically. “Oh, I don’t know,” +she differed. “Nat thinks Miss Dean’s crowd +started it. They took up the cudgels for that dig, +Miss Langly. The minute we started to rag her +for being so bull-headed about her room, this crowd +of sillies started in rooting for her. Now old Proffy +Wenderblatt and his family have taken her up and +they make a fuss over her. She and the green-eyed +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_239'></a>239</span> +Sanford dig are <em>so chummy</em>. They make me sick. +We have to be careful now about ragging her. +Wenderblatt is a terror when he isn’t pleased. He +would report us to Doctor Matthews. Ragging is +forbidden here, same as hazing. I’d do both to any +one I didn’t like, if I thought I could get away +with it.” +</p> +<p> +Despite Leslie Cairns’ threats, made not only to +Miss Reid but to Natalie Weyman and a few others, +life slid along very peacefully for the Five Travelers. +The holidays past, they found enjoyment in +settling down for the winter term to uninterrupted +study, lightened by impromptu social gatherings, +held in one another’s rooms. Occasionally they +made dinner engagements at Silverton or Acasia +House or entertained at Baretti’s, their favorite +haunt when in search of good cheer. Once a week +they spent an hour together as the Five Travelers, +and found the little confidential session helpful. No +misunderstandings had crept in among them. Often +their talks branched off into impersonalities, of +interest to all. +</p> +<p> +Neither Marjorie nor Muriel had entered the second +basket ball try-out. Both had decided to wait +until their sophomore year. Fond of the game, +they dropped into the gymnasium occasionally for +an hour’s work with the ball by way of keeping up +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_240'></a>240</span> +practice. There were always plenty of subs willing +to make up a team. +</p> +<p> +February came, bringing with it St. Valentine’s +day, and the masque which the juniors always gave +on St. Valentine’s night. A Valentine post box was +one of the features. For days beforehand the girls +spent odd moments in making valentines, the rule +being that all valentines posted must have been hand +wrought. Marjorie, remembering the cunning +little-girl costume Mary Raymond had worn to +Mignon La Salle’s fancy dress party, shortened a +frilled pink organdie gown of hers and went back +to childhood for a night. With pink flat-heeled kid +slippers and pink silk stockings, an immense pink +top-knot bow tying up a portion of her curls, she +was a pretty sight. Ronny went as a Watteau +shepherdess, Lucy as a Japanese girl, Muriel as +Rosalind in Shakespeare’s “As You Like It,” and +Jerry as a clown. +</p> +<p> +The valentine party was always a delightful +feature of the college year, for the reason that it +was a masquerade. Though the Sans had been +holding themselves rigidly aloof from all but a few +students since the downfall of Lola Elster as a +basket ball star, they could not resist the lure of a +masquerade. They took good care to keep together +until after the unmasking, presumably for fear of +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_241'></a>241</span> +mingling with what they considered as “the common +herd.” +</p> +<p> +“Anyone with a good pair of keen eyes can tell +the precious Sans though they should be happening +to wear a dozen masks,” Leila Harper had derided. +“They wear such silks and satins and velvets and +jewels! They are wearying to the sight with their +fine clothes. Look at me. A poor Irish colleen +with nothing silk about me but one small neckerchief.” +</p> +<p> +Following the masquerade by only a few days +came the excitement of the first game between the +new team and the sophomores. The latter had not +challenged the freshman team after its reorganization, +as Leslie Cairns had voiced against it and +neither Natalie nor Joan Myers cared to oppose +her. Leslie possessed a very large fortune in her +own right. In consequence she always had money +in abundance. While the former had large allowances, +they managed usually to overstep them. In +such case they fell back on Leslie and were invariably +in her debt. +</p> +<p> +Later Leslie changed her mind about not wishing +the sophomores to play against the “upstarts,” as +she termed them. Having overheard on the campus +that the sophs were afraid to meet the freshies, she +accordingly urged Joan to challenge the freshman +team. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_242'></a>242</span> +</p> +<p> +When the game came off on the third Saturday +in February, the freshmen gave the sophomores a +drubbing they would not soon forget. It was not a +whitewash, but it was painfully near it. The sophomore +players took the defeat with very poor grace. +The freshman class had gone wild when the game +had ended 26-10 in favor of the freshmen. While +the sophs had not expected a walk-away victory, +they had confidently expected to win. Further, Leslie +had promised them a dinner at Baretti’s that +should outdo anything she had given that year. +Now that they had lost the game, she obstinately +refused to keep her word. +</p> +<p> +“Why spend my good money on a crowd of no +accounts like you?” she had roughly queried. “I +said if you <em>won</em> I’d give the dinner. You did not, +so what’s the use in celebrating. The fault with +you girls is you’ve been slackers about practicing. +You’ve gone motoring when you should have been +in the gym and after the ball.” This rebuke was +delivered in the sophs’ dressing room after the +game, whence the team had hurried to hide their +diminished heads. +</p> +<p> +“Do you know what I heard out on the floor?” +she continued, with intent to hurt. “I heard that +the sophs might have won if they had practiced once +in a while.” +</p> +<p> +“Just the same the freshies had coaching all the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_243'></a>243</span> +time and we didn’t,” Dulcie Vale asserted. “Miss +Dean and Miss Harding are both expert players. It +seems that they play basket ball a lot at these high +schools. These girls get to be very clever at it. +Like the Indians, you know, who make such good +foot ball players. They showed the team different +plays to use against us. That’s why they won. +They have been over to the gym almost every day.” +</p> +<p> +Dulcie’s comparison of Muriel and Marjorie to +the Indians raised a laugh, as she intended it should. +Even Leslie laughed in her peculiar silent fashion. +Next instant she frowned. She had again been +thwarted by the girls she despised. Things were +not going rightly at all. Born a bully, she looked +upon even her friends as created only for her amusement. +She had the insatiable desire for power, and +could not bear defeat. Tucked in an inner pocket +of her tweed top coat was a letter she had recently +received. It was not the first one she had received +from the same source. This particular letter had +appeared to afford her great satisfaction on reading. +Her hand strayed to the pocket which held it. +</p> +<p> +“I have a letter here I would like to read to you +girls,” she drawled. “On second thoughts I’ll take +back what I said. I’ll stand for that blowout at +Baretti’s. That would be a good place to read you +the letter. Then I would like your advice on it.” +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_244'></a>244</span><a name='chXXVI' id='chXXVI'></a>CHAPTER XXVI.—FRIENDS GOOD AND TRUE.</h2> +<p> +“Do you see anything about me to laugh at?” +demanded Marjorie one snowy afternoon in early +March, as she walked into her room, eyes sparkling, +cheeks aglow, not only from the winter air, but +from annoyance as well. +</p> +<p> +Jerry looked up from an illustrated magazine she +was interestedly perusing. “No; I don’t. I’ll laugh +if you say so. Ha, ha! Ha, ha!” This obligingly +and without a smile. +</p> +<p> +“You needn’t mind. That laugh of yours has a +hollow sound. It’s not what I would call true +mirth.” +</p> +<p> +“No wonder it has a hollow sound. I’m hungry,” +Jerry complained. “It is almost an hour until dinner, +too. Tell me what’s bothering you. It will +take my mind off my hungry self.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, nothing startling, only every time I meet +any of the Sans or those few freshmen who go +around with them, they look me all over and then +they do everything from smiling just the least bit, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_245'></a>245</span> +a hateful sarcastic smile, to laughing outright. Just +now, as I came across the campus, I met Miss Cairns. +Miss Elster, Miss Myers and Miss Weyman were +with her. As soon as they saw me, they began to +talk among themselves, quite loudly. I didn’t hear +what they said. I know it was about me. Then +they all laughed. The other day I met the same +girls and they simply smiled. I know they are +doing it purposely; but why?” +</p> +<p> +“Humph!” ejaculated Jerry, her blue eyes widening +in sudden belligerence. “I know why! They +have started out to rag you. That’s a nice proposition! +I suppose they are sore at you because you +were on that committee.” +</p> +<p> +“But that was quite a while ago. This making +fun of me has only been of late. I noticed it first +the Sunday after the game. I met a crowd of those +girls as I came from chapel. I felt just a little hurt. +I had had such a peaceful time in chapel. It was +the Sunday you had a cold and did not attend +chapel. If they keep it up, I shall probably grow so +used to it that it won’t trouble me.” +</p> +<p> +“Well, if they confine themselves to snickering, +smirking, ha-ha-ing and te-he-ing, let ’em enjoy +themselves. If they start to say anything to you, +for that’s the next stage in ragging, give them one +lovely call-down that will settle them for good. You +can do it. I’ve heard you speak straight from the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_246'></a>246</span> +shoulder. Will you ever forget the day you and I +had the fuss with Rowena Fightena Quarrelena +Scrapena?” +</p> +<p> +“No; I will not.” Marjorie never could resist +giggling at the long name which Jerry had applied +to Rowena Farnham on account of the latter’s quarrelsome +disposition. “I hope none of those Sans +will try her tactics. I don’t wish to come to bitter +words with any of those girls. They are set against +me on account of having served on that committee, +perhaps. Maybe because Muriel and I went over +to the gym occasionally and helped the team along. +They have not liked us, you know, from the night +Miss Cairns, Miss Weyman and Miss Vale called +and privately rated us as nobodies. It is queer they +never tried to take Ronny up, for she has made no +secret of her name this year. They must surely +have heard of Alfred Lynne, her father. Leila says +that Miss Cairns is always writing her father and +asking him to have this or that student’s parents +looked up financially.” +</p> +<p> +“Contemptible!” Jerry’s scorn of such tactics was +sweeping. “If ever they try to look me up and I +hear of it, even long afterward, I will get them +together and give them such a call-down their hair +will stand on end and stay that way for a week. +If you should happen to see the Sans switching +around the campus with their coiffures resembling +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_247'></a>247</span> +that of Feejee Islanders, you will know what has +occurred to the dear creatures. I shall probably do +that, anyhow, if they don’t let you alone.” +</p> +<p> +“No.” Marjorie’s negative was decided. “You +must never fuss with them on my account. I daresay +they will grow tired before long of making fun +of me. All I can do is this. Appear not to see +them at all.” +</p> +<p> +“I would just as soon fuss with them as look at +them,” Jerry declared valorously. “Now who are +they, pray tell me? One thing is certain to come to +pass. Sooner or later we will have to tell that +crowd where they get off at. I have seen it coming +ever since the freshman dance. Miss Weyman is +so mad at you she can’t see straight. She expected +to win that contest. Helen Trent called my attention +to her that night. She was posing to beat the band +for the judges’ benefit. Helen was worried a little. +She thought Leila ought not to have pitted you +against Miss Weyman. That is what she did, you +know. Afterward Helen said she guessed you +would have been unofficially declared the college +beauty anyway, for so many of the girls were +already raving over you. Now don’t rave at me +for telling you that. You are such an old sorehead +about that contest. I hardly dare think of it in the +same room with you.” +</p> +<p> +Marjorie sat very still, an expression of blank +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_248'></a>248</span> +amazement on her lovely face. She now recalled +her own vexation on the night of the dance when +Leila had brought her into too prominent notice by +hurrying her across one end of the gymnasium to +join the line. So Leila had purposely dragged her +into that contest! For a moment or two she wavered +on the verge of indignation at Leila. Then the +Irish girl’s face, brooding and wistful, as she had +seen it so many times when Leila was referring to +her own affairs, rose before her. No; it was too +late to be angry with Leila. Marjorie was tempted +to laugh instead at the clever way in which Leila +had managed the whole affair. +</p> +<p> +“You have told me some news,” she said at last. +“I had no idea Miss Weyman was anxious to win +the contest. I didn’t know, either, that Leila had +a hand in it. She didn’t say much about it after it +was over, except to congratulate me. I don’t think +she has ever mentioned it since.” Marjorie had +begun to smile. +</p> +<p> +“She is a clever one.” Jerry grinned appreciation +of the absent Leila. “Why, Marjorie, she +arranged that contest! She took it from an old +book on the Celts. She brought the book with her +from Ireland. She got up the contest to score one +against the Sans and take a rise out of Miss Weyman. +I would have told you this before, but Helen +told me in confidence. She said the other day she +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_249'></a>249</span> +didn’t care if I told you, for she felt that you understood +Leila well enough now not to be cross with +her. She was afraid of making trouble in the +beginning if she said anything.” +</p> +<p> +“It’s past now. I don’t care. Miss Weyman is +nothing to me. I am glad I know about it, though.” +Marjorie considered for a brief space. “Perhaps +that is why those girls are acting so queerly toward +me. They may think me very much elated over +winning the contest. If that’s the case, all the more +reason why I should pay no attention to them.” +</p> +<p> +Jerry agreed that this was so and the subject was +dropped for the time being. Having resolved to +appear oblivious to any ill-bred acts on the part of +the Sans, Marjorie proceeded to carry out her resolution. +For a week or more she presented a +strictly impersonal face whenever she chanced to +encounter any of the Sans or their friends in going +about the college premises. She was greatly annoyed +to find that this method seemed to have no +effect. Instead, their derision of herself was growing +more pronounced. Several times she thought +she detected a difference in the salutations of certain +upper class students who had formerly shown +cordiality of greeting. Late one afternoon she met +Miss Kingston, one of the seniors on the sports +committee, on the steps of the library, and received +from her merely a blank stare. Marjorie went on +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_250'></a>250</span> +to the Hall, feeling very much crushed. To be sure +she was not particularly interested in Miss Kingston. +She had sided with Miss Reid at the try-out. +Since the freshmen had regulated matters, however, +Miss Kingston had been quite affable to her when +they had chanced to meet in the gymnasium. +</p> +<p> +In the growing dusk of the hall, for the maid +had not yet turned on the lights, she ran plump into +another girl who had just come from upstairs. “I +beg your pardon,” she apologized. +</p> +<p> +“Ex-cuse me!” exclaimed a familiar voice. +“Blame the maid for no light, but never yours truly. +And where may you be hurrying to, Miss Marjorie +of the Deans?” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, is that you, Leila? I didn’t know you in +the dark until you spoke.” +</p> +<p> +“Nor I you,” returned Leila. “I have been to +your room twice looking for you. I was just going +back to see if Miss Remson knew where you were. +Ronny is in my room. I am needing you there, too. +Will you come up with me now?” Leila turned +toward the stairs. +</p> +<p> +“Certainly, I will. What has happened, Leila?” +</p> +<p> +“Nothing, dear heart. Only Vera and I have +something to talk over with you and Ronny.” +Leila spoke in the friendliest kind of tones. Marjorie +followed her up the stairs to the third floor +where Leila and Nella Sherman roomed. Nella was +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_251'></a>251</span> +absent, but Vera and Ronny greeted their entrance +with expressions of satisfaction. +</p> +<p> +“I had the good fortune to bump into Marjorie +in the hall,” Leila said, as she ranged herself beside +Marjorie, who had taken a seat on Leila’s couch +bed. “Now for the talk I must give you. Some +of it will make you laugh and some of it will not. +May I ask you, Ronny, do you spell your name +L-y-n-n or L-i-n-d?” +</p> +<p> +“Neither way. It is spelled L-y-n-n-e,” responded +Ronny. “It is an old English name.” +</p> +<p> +Leila and Vera both broke into laughter. Marjorie +and Ronny regarded them with mild wonderment. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, my gracious! Did you know, Ronny, that +the thick-headed Sans call you Lind? They are +walking about on the campus proclaiming that you +are a poor Swedish servant girl who lived with the +principal, Miss Someone, I have not the name, of +Sanford High School. She pays your expenses +here. You are not much, Ronny, so never think +you are.” Again Leila broke into laughter. “Do +poor Swedish servant girls have imported gowns of +gray chiffon? I am remembering one of yours.” +</p> +<p> +“They do not, as a rule.” Ronny’s whole face +was alive with mirth. “Now who could have +started that absurd tale?” She turned to Marjorie. +</p> +<p> +“I don’t know.” Marjorie looked troubled. Incidental +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_252'></a>252</span> +with Leila’s recital, Jerry’s remarks concerning +being “looked up” by the Sans had returned +to her. “Part of that amazing information must +have come from some one in Sanford who wanted +to be malicious. Not the Lind part. That is +funny.” Her sober features relaxed into an amused +smile. “You had better explain to the girls about +the servant girl part, Ronny.” +</p> +<p> +“O-h-h!” sighed Ronny. “You tell them, please, +Marjorie.” +</p> +<p> +“All right; glad to.” Marjorie’s revelation of +the part Ronny had played during the previous year +at high school was received with absorbed attention. +When she went on to say that Ronny’s father was +Alfred Lynne, the noted western philanthropist, +Leila gave a sharp little whistle of surprise. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, the poor Sans!” she chuckled. “Might not +your father be able to buy out all their fathers and +still have a dollar left?” +</p> +<p> +“He might,” emphasized Ronny, with a companion +chuckle. “I haven’t made a secret of my identity +this year. Oh, those simpletons! Well, I shall +not disabuse them of their beliefs concerning me. +Let them hug them to their hearts if they choose.” +</p> +<p> +“That is not all, girls.” Leila’s features grew +suddenly grave. “The rest has to do with you, +Marjorie. We can’t get at it. A sophomore friend +of ours told Vera and me this. She asked us to pass +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_253'></a>253</span> +it on to you. The Sans are talking you over among +the upper class girls. Those who will listen, I +mean. Our friend heard it from a soph who is +about half snob, half democrat. One of the Sans +received a letter from someone who seems to know +all about your town and you, Marjorie. The letter +is making mischief. There is something against +your high school record in it. We have found out +that much. We believe in you. We would like to +know what you wish done concerning it.” +</p> +<p> +As Leila continued speaking, Marjorie had +turned very white. It was the white of righteous +wrath. “There is only one person I know in Sanford +who would write such a letter,” she said, her +voice thick with anger. “I mean Rowena Farnham, +Ronny. How she happens to be in touch with the +Sans I do not know. It isn’t surprising. She is ill-bred, +unfair and untruthful; a girl, who, without +knowing me, tried to make trouble for me on her +very first day at high school. I will find out who +has that letter and make the person read it to me. +Then I shall post a notice on the bulletin board saying +that an untruthful, injurious letter is being circulated +at Hamilton about me. I will not allow +such a letter to gain headway!” Her tones rose in +passionate protest. +</p> +<p> +“Easy, now. Don’t worry.” Leila’s hand, warm +and reassuring, closed over Marjorie’s clenched +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_254'></a>254</span> +fingers. “You can’t make the Sans give up the +letter, Marjorie. The ring king of ’em has it. +Leslie Cairns is carrying this outrage on. I believe +you are right about this Farnham person. Where +is she now?” +</p> +<p> +“At boarding school, I suppose. She went away +to school last year. The Farnhams have a cottage +at the sea shore. It is about ten miles from Severn +Beach. That’s where the Macys always go. Maybe +Miss Cairns met Rowena there,” Marjorie speculated. +“I am going to tell you the whole story of +my trouble with Rowena Farnham. Then you will +see for yourselves the sort of a person she is.” +</p> +<p> +It was a long story Marjorie had to tell. It was +listened to with deep interest. Ronny had already +heard the details of it from her God-mother. +</p> +<p> +“Whatever she has said against me she has made +up. That doesn’t remedy things; just to know +yourself that it is all untrue,” she concluded almost +piteously. “I didn’t wish such troubles to creep +into my college life like hideous snakes.” +</p> +<p> +“It remedies matters when you have some one to +fight for you,” asserted Ronny, her gray eyes steely +with purpose. “I am going to make an ally of Miss +Remson. Now this is my plan. I shall ask her to +notify all the students that she wishes them to come +to the living room at a certain time, on a certain +evening. They will all respond for they will think +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_255'></a>255</span> +it is something concerning their own welfare. Then +I shall rise and lay down the law. You won’t need +to resort to the bulletin board, Marjorie. We will +quash the whole thing right in the living room of +Wayland Hall.” +</p> +<p> +“That will be best,” nodded Vera. “Miss Remson +will be there and she won’t stand any nonsense +from the Sans. She doesn’t need to accept their +applications for rooms at the Hall next year.” +</p> +<p> +“Well they know it,” put in Leila. “Remember +we shall all be there to support you, Ronny. We +will rage like lions at your command.” +</p> +<p> +“I shall not need it. I mean I can forge through +alone. I shall love your support.” Ronny’s face +had taken on the old mysterious expression. Too +much engrossed in her own sense of injury, Marjorie +did not notice this. +</p> +<p> +“My advice to you, Marjorie, is—act as though +you had never seen any of the Sans when you meet +them,” counseled Vera. “The sooner we can call the +house together the better. It is easier to spread +scandal than to crush it. We must lose no time.” +</p> +<p> +“This is Monday,” mused Ronny. “Friday night +will be best, I think.” +</p> +<p> +“That is late, Ronny,” objected Leila. Marjorie +also regarded her chum with somber anxiety. +</p> +<p> +“It must be then,” Ronny made firm reply. +“Trust me in this. I have my own reasons for setting +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_256'></a>256</span> +the date for Friday. There is one little item +in my plan that I am not going to speak of just yet. +All I can say is that it will be of great help when +the time comes.” +</p> +<h2><a name='chXXVII' id='chXXVII'></a>CHAPTER XXVII.—THE SECOND VICTORY.</h2> +<p> +That particular week seemed the longest to Marjorie +she had ever spent. While she could only +guess that the damaging letter held by Leslie Cairns +was from Rowena Farnham, she was quite positive +that there was no one else who would be mean-spirited +enough to write it. Her high school record +entirely clear, still it would have to be proven. +She had been vilified by Rowena, and lies about her +published among the students of Hamilton. Unchecked, +there was no telling how wide a circulation +it might gain. +</p> +<p> +Jerry, who had been told of the trouble, was +ready to descend upon the entire college and vanquish +it single-handed. Muriel and Lucy were no +less incensed. As for Miss Remson, she was for +vindication on Friday night. Being as shrewd as +she was good, she merely posted a notice on the +house board requesting every student at the Hall to +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_257'></a>257</span> +meet her in the living room at eight o’clock on Friday +evening. All attempts to find out from her the +nature of the meeting were fruitless. She kept her +own counsel. The Sans, not wishing to curtail their +chances for next year’s accommodations, prudently +decided to attend in a body. +</p> +<p> +“It is better to meet her, girls,” Natalie Weyman +urged. “She won’t keep us long. She has some +idiotic bee in her bonnet that is aching to buzz. +We had best humor her.” +</p> +<p> +“It isn’t my policy to humor anyone,” objected +Leslie Cairns. +</p> +<p> +“Except Lola Elster,” cut in Natalie with jealous +sarcasm. +</p> +<p> +“That will be about all from you,” retorted Leslie, +insolence animating her heavy features. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, really!” flashed back Natalie, ready for +battle. “How long since you acquired any authority +over me?” +</p> +<p> +“Forget it,” advised Joan Myers wearily. “All +you two have done this evening is quarrel. I +thought we were to meet in Nat’s room for a good +time, not a general row.” +</p> +<p> +“Nat is to blame,” muttered Leslie. “Let her be +a little less waspish and I will try to get along with +her. This is no time for us to fuss. I have been a +good friend to Nat. She forgets that.” +</p> +<p> +“I don’t,” icily contradicted Natalie. “Only I +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_258'></a>258</span> +won’t take dictation from my father and mother, let +alone my friends.” +</p> +<p> +“Drop it, then, and listen to me.” Leslie still +continued to dictate, but in a modified tone. This +was not lost on Natalie. She bore it, however, in +discreet silence. “It is time to start on that Dean +girl. I mean, to do some talking. We must catch +her out on the campus and rag her a little. Leave +it to me. I know how to begin on her. The rest +of you, who happen to be along, can join in. Notice +what I say and how I say it.” +</p> +<p> +By the merest chance, Marjorie’s path did not +cross that of the Sans during the early part of the +week. On Wednesday, after classes, she saw a +number of them far down the drive, hurrying +toward the Hall. Within a few yards of the steps, +she entered the house and was opening the door of +her room when she heard their voices in the lower +hall. She tried not to think of the blight which +hung over her, but she could not throw off a sense +of heavy-heartedness such as she had not experienced +since the time when Lucy Warner had chosen +to disbelieve her word. Of all her chums, Lucy +longed most to help her. She was understanding +now how much her disbelief had made Marjorie +suffer. Nothing could be done until Friday night, +and the work of clearance lay in Veronica’s capable +hands. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_259'></a>259</span> +</p> +<p> +Friday dawned, clear and sunshiny. Marjorie +hailed the day with relief. That evening would +end her suspense. It was time it ended, she thought. +She had received signs of what might lead to partial +coventry on the part of a number of upper class +students. She mentally set them down as girls +whom she would take a just pleasure in avoiding, +later on, when the smudge had been erased from +her escutcheon. +</p> +<p> +From Ronny she had learned that Miss Remson +expected a full attendance in the living room that +evening. The brisk little manager was up in arms +at the affair and declared that she would lend every +effort to stamp out the rumor. “These young +women are becoming insufferable,” she confided to +Ronny. “Between you and me, they are not going +to room at Wayland Hall next year unless the management +should change hands.” +</p> +<p> +On Friday afternoon Marjorie hurried from the +laboratory, where she had been at work during the +last recitation period of the afternoon, and set off at +a rapid walk across the campus. Her hands were +stained from experimentations, and she was anxious +to bathe and dress for the evening before dinner. +She had thought of wearing a dark green cloth +gown, fur-trimmed, as the most inconspicuous dress +she owned. She was greatly depressed at the idea +of being dragged again into prominence. Nevertheless, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_260'></a>260</span> +no one could have persuaded her not to go +on and thresh the matter out with those who had +sought to injure her. +</p> +<p> +Influenced by her thoughts, her face showed a +sternness which seldom visited it. A fairly strong +east wind which had risen and blew against her +caused her to bow her head to it a trifle. Enwrapped +in her somber reflections, she was over +half way to the Hall when the sound of voices +smote her ears. Looking up quickly, she saw a +bevy of girls coming toward her. She recognized +them as Sans. More, that she was their objective. +She could not avoid them, nor did she wish to do +so. She simply kept on walking until within a few +feet of them. +</p> +<p> +“Steady there, Joan!” suddenly drawled a voice +Marjorie knew and disliked. “Be careful. Don’t +walk over the college beauty. Why, <em>good afternoon</em>, +Miss Bean! Oh, I beg your pardon; Dean, I +believe is correct. A fine day, isn’t it? I imagine +it is much colder in Sanford. A fine little town, I +hear. It has such a splendid high school. One has +to have a high standard of honor to be admitted to +it. If one cheats in examinations or does anything +dishonest one is expelled from school. Just like +that!” Leslie struck her hands smartly together. +“One really should be very careful. Even if one +has been expelled and then happened to get back +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_261'></a>261</span> +into this wonderful high school, through influence, +the story of one’s dishonesty is likely to travel into +college.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, I have heard that, too,” chimed in Natalie +Weyman. “We should be delighted to hear your +opinion, Miss Dean. Don’t be in a hurry. We have +been told that you can make the prettiest little +speeches. Make a speech now.” +</p> +<p> +“Speech! Speech!” chorused the others, simulating +avid enthusiasm. Very innocently they drew +nearer, as though partially to hem her in. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, she <em>doesn’t care</em> to make a speech now, +girls,” sneered Dulcie Vale. “Too bad! We really +ought to take her down to the Colonial and blow +her off to one of our real dinners. I doubt if you +could get one like these specials to the San Soucians +in Sanford. We haven’t yet had the honor of +escorting the college beauty about the campus.” +</p> +<p> +“She has <em>so</em> many studies,” sighed Leslie Cairns, +“and with committee meetings and team work, too, +her valuable time is <em>just simply all taken up</em>! What +I would advise, Miss Bean; no, Dean, is a little less +interest in——” +</p> +<p> +Up to this point Marjorie had listened with calm +serenity to the Sans’ attempts to follow out an old +English school custom of “ragging.” The instant +she noted the change from sarcasm to belligerence +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_262'></a>262</span> +in Leslie Cairns’ tones, she became ready to speak +and act. +</p> +<p> +“How utterly silly you all are,” she said with the +utmost composure. “You have no wish to know +me. I have no wish to know you. As for the +things you are attempting to insinuate against me, +what possible harm in the end can such untruths +do? Good afternoon.” +</p> +<p> +Her steady brown eyes turned searchingly on her +tormentors for an instant, Marjorie made a detour, +passed the momentarily speechless group and continued +steadily across the campus. +</p> +<p> +“What?” Leslie Cairns uttered her usual expression +blankly. “What?” she said again. This +time with growing displeasure. +</p> +<p> +“Well, I never!” exclaimed Natalie Weyman’s +high cold voice. “Of all the insolence! One might +think we were peasants and she a princess!” +</p> +<p> +“Why didn’t somebody say something before she +got away?” demanded Joan Myers wrathfully. “I +was speechless when she said that about our being +silly. She might as well have called us all liars.” +</p> +<p> +“Are you sure your friend Rowena is right about +that high school trouble, Les?” Natalie anxiously +inquired. +</p> +<p> +“Yes, she is,” Leslie snapped, irritated out of her +customary drawl. “She saw the whole thing. +Then this Dean girl tried to lay it to her. Her +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_263'></a>263</span> +father was so enraged over it that he took Rowena +out of high school and sent her to Miss Alpine’s +School for Girls. That is an expensive school, too. +The Farnhams have millions. You ought to see +their place at Tanglewood! An English duke built +the house and then went broke. It’s a humming +little palace, I will say. Cost a million at least.” +</p> +<p> +“Is that so?” returned several impressed satellites, +who, while eligible to the Sans, could not boast +of million dollar summer homes, built by English +dukes. +</p> +<p> +“Why don’t you invite your friend Rowena down +here for a day or so, Les?” asked Dulcie Vale. “It +would be good sport to see her and that little Dean +prig meet. I am so furious to think we let her +stand there and have her say without simply extinguishing +her before she had said three words.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, yes; this is a nice time to tell it,” grumbled +Leslie. “Why didn’t you do it while you had +the opportunity?” +</p> +<p> +“Why didn’t you?” pertly queried Lita Stone. +“You had the same opportunity.” +</p> +<p> +“What?” Leslie cast a withering look at Lita, +then deliberately turned her back on the questioner +and began talking to Natalie in an undertone. She +had not given up her intention to continue to rag +Marjorie. Next time, she planned, she would dispense +with the company of all but Natalie and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_264'></a>264</span> +Dulcie. The three of them would not bungle matters. +</p> +<p> +As for Marjorie, the reaction had set in. Divided +between anger and the nervous shock attending the +sudden attack, she trembled a little as she continued +her way to the Hall. She was glad that she was to +be cleared of the shadow that night. If Ronny had +not insisted on taking up the cudgels for her, she +would have braved Leslie Cairns in the latter’s +room and fought her own fight for honor. +</p> +<p> +Not knowing that Natalie Weyman was jealous +of her, Marjorie resolved to look her prettiest, with +a view toward exasperating the vain sophomore. +In her wardrobe hung a frock she had not yet worn +at Hamilton. It was a one-piece frock of fine wisteria-colored +broadcloth which her captain had designed +and made. It had a wide bertha, cuffs and +over panels of wisteria panne velvet. The velvet +was further beautified by a two inch appliqué of silk +violets on an old gold background. It was the most +becoming of her afternoon gowns, and stunning +enough to make the Sans wonder if it were imported. +</p> +<p> +She reached her room to find Jerry out. She sat +down limply in one of the easy chairs. After ten +minutes of absolute quiet, she felt better and rose +to prepare for the evening in her usual methodical +manner. An hour later Jerry entered to find Marjorie, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_265'></a>265</span> +looking exceptionally charming, seated at the +table, deep in her trigonometry theorems for next +day’s class. +</p> +<p> +“You look <em>perfectly</em> sweet, Marjorie,” was +Jerry’s honest praise. “I’m glad you chose that +dress. I was afraid you wouldn’t dress up much. +I am going to wear that dark blue velvet gown you +like so well. It’s my best outside my evening +dresses. Ronny is going to wear her black taffeta. +You know how stunning she is in black. I haven’t +seen Muriel today, and I don’t know what Lucy will +wear. I know that frozen expression of hers will +be there. If it doesn’t scare the Sans it ought to. +I must hustle along to get togged out before +dinner.” +</p> +<p> +It took Jerry until the last minute before the bell +rang to dress for the momentous evening. She and +Marjorie went down to dinner without the latter +having told her of the afternoon’s disagreeable +occurrence. When the Five Travelers sat down at +their table there was a peculiar gleam of satisfaction +in Ronny’s eyes. She had the air of one who had +accomplished something which greatly pleased her. +</p> +<p> +“I had a little trouble with the Sans this afternoon,” +Marjorie quietly informed her chums as they +began their dessert. She had waited until this +moment rather than distract their attention from +the substantial part of the dinner. “I wish you +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_266'></a>266</span> +would come to Jerry’s and my room after we leave +the dining room. You ought to know of it before +we meet the rest of the students in the living room. +I hope those Sans will all be there.” Into her eyes +leaped stern resentment of the afternoon’s insults. +</p> +<p> +“Miss Remson thinks they will all be on hand,” +Muriel replied. “Oh, won’t I enjoy watching their +faces when they hear why she called them together!” +</p> +<p> +“They may turn on you Ronny, and me, too,” +warned Marjorie. “If they do, don’t give way a +particle to them.” +</p> +<p> +Ronny smiled on Marjorie in the rare wonderful +fashion she so loved. “You don’t know what a +good fighter I am,” she returned. “Wait until you +see my defenses.” +</p> +<p> +There was no sign of a smile on Ronny’s face +when she listened with the others to Marjorie’s +recital of the Sans ill-bred act of the afternoon. +Her face registered an austerity which gave her the +expression of an offended deity. Jerry and Muriel +sputtered angrily over it and Lucy’s green eyes +gleamed threateningly enough to promise any of +the offenders, who chanced to meet their concentrated +stare, an uncomfortable moment. +</p> +<p> +“It is five minutes to eight.” Jerry pointed to +the clock. “Let’s go down. On where victory +points the way!” she declaimed humorously. +</p> +<p> +“And it will be victory,” said Veronica, with a +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_267'></a>267</span> +sureness of tone that was vastly comforting to +Marjorie. +</p> +<p> +She walked down the stairs and into the living +room with Veronica. Lucy, Muriel, Katherine +Langly and Jerry were directly in their wake. +Chairs from the dining room had been brought into +the living room and placed in regular rows facing +the west wall. These chairs were already occupied +by the house students. Of the thirty-six girls who +lived at Wayland Hall, the Lookouts and Katherine +were the last to enter. At the west end of the room +were three chairs. Miss Remson occupied one. +She was talking busily to a dark-haired, fine-featured +woman who sat in the chair next to her +own. The third chair was still vacant. Five of the +six girls seated themselves on a large oak bench at +the back of the room, which was still vacant on their +arrival. Ronny walked serenely up the improvised +side aisle to where Miss Remson and her guest were +seated. Very demurely she slipped into the vacant +chair. +</p> +<p> +A united gasp arose from four of the occupants +of the oak bench as their eyes lighted upon Miss +Remson’s guest. A great wave of unexpected joy +swept over Marjorie. She realized how much the +presence of that beloved guest meant to her. She +felt Lucy’s hand slip into hers. The two girls +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_268'></a>268</span> +clasped hands in an expression of silent thankfulness +and rejoicing. +</p> +<p> +Conversation died out as Miss Remson rose to +address the assemblage. Aside from Vera, Leila, +Katherine and the Lookouts, no one present had an +inkling of Miss Remson’s purpose in calling them +together. +</p> +<p> +“I wish to introduce to you Miss Archer, principal +of the Sanford High School for Girls, of Sanford, +New York. She has come to Hamilton College +to right a wrong that has been done a student +here, a most estimable young woman who lives +among you at Wayland Hall. Had Miss Archer +been unable to leave her work to come here, I +should have seen justice done. However, as the +case in hand comes so entirely under her jurisdiction, +I am very glad of her presence tonight in that +respect as well as the pleasure to be derived from +her society.” +</p> +<p> +Miss Remson resumed her chair and Miss Archer +rose, a gracious, dignified figure in a dark brown +broadcloth traveling gown. Speech for the time +being was impossible. The students in the room, +with the exception of the Sans, were applauding +vigorously. The nature of Miss Archer’s errand +alone had aroused their finer sentiments. As for +the Sans, they were in a quandary. The words +“Sanford High School” and “right a wrong” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_269'></a>269</span> +pointed to trouble for some of them, at least. Natalie +Weyman half rose from her chair. A sharp +tug at her gown from Leslie Cairns and she resumed +her seat. Common sense had warned Leslie that +it was too late to run. The Sans were fairly caught. +</p> +<p> +“Sit still,” she whispered. “Remson won’t stand +for our leaving. We must brazen this out. Pass +the word along.” +</p> +<p> +“I am going to tell the young women of Wayland +Hall a little story,” Miss Archer began in her direct +fashion, when quiet was once more restored. “This +story is about two girls. One of these two girls +was entering her junior year at Sanford High +School. The other girl wished to enter the sophomore +class. The time of this occurrence which I +shall relate was on the first day of high school. The +girl who wished to enter the sophomore class reported +to my office in order to take the entrance +examinations. I chanced to be without a secretary +at the time and was not in my office when the prospective +sophomore entered it. While she waited +for me she amused herself by going over the private +papers on my desk. Among them was a set +of examination papers marked ‘Sophomore’ which +she would be obliged to take. She was interested +in these and did not scruple to go over them. +</p> +<p> +“While she was engaged in this dishonesty, another +girl entered the office. She was the bearer +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_270'></a>270</span> +of a note to me from her mother. Seeing the +stranger at the desk she naturally surmised her to +be my new secretary, my former secretary having +left me the previous June when she was graduated +from high school. The young woman with the +note asked the other frankly if she were not the +secretary. She did not answer the question with a +direct ‘yes’; she merely smiled and made it appear +that she was. She continued to stand at the desk +as though she had permission to be there. +</p> +<p> +“Presently she engaged the junior, who was waiting +for me, in conversation about an algebra problem +on one of the papers. She pretended that she +was interested in the problems as review work. This +was nothing strange, as my secretary always takes +charge of the special examination papers. The +junior had long since finished algebra and was not +thinking much about the other’s apparent interest +in a certain problem in quadratic equations which +she pointed out on one of the papers. +</p> +<p> +“To make a long story short the one girl tricked +the junior into showing her how to solve the problem. +The junior, believing the other to be simply +amusing herself by solving a few of the printed +problems during my absence, worked out the one +for her which she could not solve. During this +time several girls entered the office. In each case +they were interviewed and sent about their business +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_271'></a>271</span> +by my supposed secretary. Rather to the surprise +of the junior the other girl finally picked up the +papers containing the finished problem and walked +out of the office with them. Still the junior did +not suspect her of trickery. She continued to wait +for me. I did not return to the office for some +time after that and she left without seeing me.” +</p> +<p> +Miss Archer went on to tell of the trouble which +had ensued as a result of the junior having learned +that the girl she had talked with was not the secretary. +Also of her own misjudgment of the innocent +junior. She told of the anonymous report +of the affair sent her in a letter which had been +written by one of the students who had seen the +two at work over the problem and misjudged the +junior as being a willing party to the other’s dishonesty. +</p> +<p> +Her denunciation of Rowena Farnham, for at +the last she named her and Marjorie as the principals +in the affair, was sharp and merciless. Her +openly expressed contempt for the malicious attempt +on Rowena’s part to blacken Marjorie’s fair +name at Hamilton cut deeply into the courage of +the Sans. Under the weight of evidence presented +they dared not say a word. Her final remark: “My +deep regard for Miss Dean as a former pupil and +personal friend has made it a pleasure for me to +come to Hamilton to defend her integrity,” was +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_272'></a>272</span> +received with acclamation on the part of Marjorie’s +loyal supporters. +</p> +<p> +When Ronny could make herself heard she rose +and said: “I wish it understood by all present that +I am the person responsible for Miss Archer’s +presence here tonight. No one except Miss Remson +and Miss Warner knew that I had sent for her. +I would like also to say that my name is <em>Lynne</em>, not +<em>Lind</em>, and that I am not Swedish, but English. Any +reports concerning me I should prefer to have +authentic. That’s all.” Ronny left her station and +sought the oak bench where Marjorie sat quietly +crying, her head against Jerry’s plump shoulder. +</p> +<p> +Following Ronny’s example more than half of +the assemblage left their seats and made for Marjorie. +Under their warm expressions of sympathy +and loyalty, her tears soon disappeared. The lesser +portion of the students made their exit the moment +they conveniently could, hoping not to attract +too much attention. Going directly to their rooms, +they came forth again in hats and coats, leaving +the Hall by twos and threes. An indignation meeting +at the Colonial was their objective. For once +Leslie Cairns was out of favor all around for having +accepted the word of her friend, Rowena Farnham, +against Marjorie, without having been sure +of her ground. +</p> +<p> +While the Sans were engaged in one of their futile +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_273'></a>273</span> +altercations Miss Remson, assisted by the two +maids, was engaged in passing around strawberry +ice cream and thick-layered chocolate cake to Marjorie +and her supporters. +</p> +<p> +“We have won our second victory for democracy!” +exclaimed Leila triumphantly from her place +on the oak bench beside Marjorie. She had made +Jerry give it to her. Miss Archer sat at her beloved +pupil’s other side. +</p> +<p> +“I can’t be sorry it happened now,” Marjorie +said happily. “It brought me my Miss Archer. +Besides it is a real victory. We have shown those +trouble makers, thanks to Ronny, first of all, that +we are not going to be talked about at their pleasure.” +</p> +<p> +“They certainly slid out of here in a hurry,” +commented Jerry. “They didn’t dare stay.” +</p> +<p> +“They did not,” agreed Leila. “They will not +be bothering us for some time to come. They will +have to hunt well for trouble. Now, with spring +here, they will be motoring and forgetting us for +awhile. Do not believe they are done forever. Leslie +Cairns will try again if she sees her chance. We +may not see much of them the rest of this year, but +look out for them as juniors. The poor, simple +earth will not hold them.” +</p> +<p> +“Really, I don’t know where the year has gone,” +sighed Muriel Harding. “We are almost into the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_274'></a>274</span> +spring term and it seems to me that I haven’t been +here but a few weeks. We were going to try to +find out a lot about the founder of this college, +Brooke Hamilton. Have any of you ever looked +up his history outside of what it says of him in the +college bulletin?” +</p> +<p> +“I tried to find more about him at the library, +but the librarian said there wasn’t a single thing +about him there that was of any importance. He +didn’t appear in books, I suppose, because he was +a private gentleman. I would love to go to Hamilton +Arms some time. His private library is there, +they say, just as it was in his time. If we were +allowed to look through it, we might find out a +little about him from his collection of books. His +tastes and so on, I mean.” Marjorie spoke with +the eagerness she always betrayed when on the subject +of Brooke Hamilton. Never in a student had +the departed philanthropist possessed a more generous +admirer. +</p> +<p> +“If that is your heart’s desire, I will be the one to +tell you it is not easily obtained. A niece of his, +a very old lady, lives there. She will see no one. +She is not in sympathy with the college. They +say she has no liking for girls,” was Leila’s dampening +information. +</p> +<p> +“Then there is no use in sighing for the unattainable,” +smiled Marjorie. “Oh, well, I can keep on +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_275'></a>275</span> +admiring his traditions, anyway, and help, as much +as I can, to keep them green at Hamilton.” +</p> +<p> +When the little feast of rejoicing was over and +the Loyalites, as Leila named the participants, had +sought their rooms, Marjorie’s earnest words, “and +help, as much as I can, to keep them green at Hamilton,” +rang in their ears. Each vowed in her heart +to do likewise. +</p> +<p> +How Marjorie left her freshman estate behind, +and traveled on into the broader realm of the sophomore, +will be narrated in “<span class='sc'>Marjorie Dean, College +Sophomore</span>.” +</p> +<div class='center'> +<p>THE END.</p> +</div> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Marjorie Dean College Freshman, by Pauline Lester + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK MARJORIE DEAN COLLEGE FRESHMAN *** + +***** This file should be named 36851-h.htm or 36851-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/3/6/8/5/36851/ + +Produced by Roger Frank, Katherine Ward, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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