nt earnestly over the printed sheet.
Marjorie whispered her list of subjects to her new friend, who jotted
them down on the margin of the program.

"How about 9.15 English Comp?" she asked. "That's my section."

Marjorie nodded her approval.

"Then you can recite algebra with me at 10.05, and there's a first-year
French class at 11.10. That brings three subjects in the morning. Now,
let me see about your history. If you can make your history and
physiology come the first two periods in the afternoon, you will be
through by three o'clock and can have that last half hour for study or
gym, or whatever you like. I am carrying only four subjects, so I have
nothing but physical geography in the afternoon. I am through reciting
every day by 2 o'clock, so I learn most of my lessons in school and
hardly ever take my books home. If I were you, I'd drop one
subject--American History, for instance. You can study it later. The
freshman class is planning a lot of good times for this winter, and, of
course, you want to be in them, too, don't you?"

"I should say so," beamed Marjorie. "Still," her face sobering, "I think
I won't drop history. It's easy, and I love it."

"Well, I don't," emphasized Muriel. "By the way, do you play
basketball?"

"I played left guard on our team last year, and I had just been chosen
for center on the freshman team, at Franklin High, when I left there,"
was the whispered reply.

"That's encouraging," declared Muriel. "We haven't chosen our team yet.
We are to have a tryout at four o'clock on Friday afternoon in the
gymnasium. You can go to the meeting with me, although you will have met
most of the freshman class before Friday. Oh, yes, did Miss Archer tell
you that we report in the study hall at half-past eight o'clock on
Monday and Friday mornings? We have chapel exercises, and woe be unto
you if you are late. It's an unforgivable offense in Miss Merton's eyes
to walk into chapel after the service has begun. If you are late, you
take particular pains to linger around the corridor until the line
comes out of chapel, then you slide into your section and march into the
study hall as boldly as though you'd never been late in your life,"
ended Muriel with a giggle, which she promptly smothered.

"But what if Miss Merton sees one?"

Muriel made a little resigned gesture. "Try it some day and see. There's
the 9.15 bell. Come along. If we hurry we'll have a minute with the
girls before class begins. A