the furniture, give yourself plenty of room, and _roll_.
They say that will reduce one's curves."

"Wow! And what would the girl say downstairs under me?" asked Jennie
Stone. "I'd begin by being the most unpopular girl in this freshman
class."

These first few days were busy ones; but the girls of the freshman class
were fast learning just where they stood. Then happened something that
awoke most of the class to the fact that they needed to get together,
that they must, after all, take up cudgels for themselves.

"Just like a flock of silly sheep, running together when they see a
dog," Helen at first said.

"I guess there is a good reason in nature for sheep to do that," Ruth
said, on reflection. "Sheep fear wolves more than any other animal, and
a dog is a wolf, after all, only domesticated."

"Huh!" grunted Jennie. "Then we are sheep and the seniors are wolves,
are they? I could eat up most of these seniors I've seen, myself. I will
be a savage sheep--woof! woof!"

The matter that had made the disturbance, however, was not to be
ignored.

CHAPTER X

A TEMPEST IN A TEAPOT

Arrangements for the organization of the freshman class had lagged.

This fact may have been behind the notice put upon the bulletin boards
all over the Ardmore grounds some time after bedtime one evening and
before the rising bell rang the next morning. It intimated a bit of
hazing, but hazing of a quality that the faculty could only wink at.

The notice was as follows:

FRESHMEN

_It is the command of the Senior Class of Ardmore that no Freshman
shall appear within the college grounds wearing a tam-o'-shanter of
any other hue save the herewith designated color, to wit: Baby
Blue. This order is for the mental and spiritual good of the
incoming class of Freshmen. Any member of said class refusing to
obey this order will be summarily dealt with by the upper classes
of Ardmore._

Groups gathered immediately after breakfast about the bulletin boards.
Of course, the seniors and juniors passed by with dignified bearing, and
without comment. The sophomores remained upon the outskirts of the
groups of excited freshmen to laugh and jeer.

"A disturbed bumblebees' nest could have hummed no louder," Helen
declared, as the three friends walked up to chapel, which they made a
point of attending.

"Why! to think of the _cheek_ of those seniors!" ejaculated Jennie. "And
the juniors are just as