by the founders themselves.

"You know," Kit said, as she gave a last touch to her exhibit, "of course
these are important, but I like the Indian and hunting things best. I wish
I could run away with that double pair of buffalo horns that belonged to
Dr. Gleason's granduncle or somebody. I like them better than anything."

A quick rap came on the door, and before Charity could even call "come in"
Peggy entered with her usual galaxy behind her, Amy, Norma, and a newcomer
from Iowa, Henrietta Jinks, whom the girls had instantly dubbed "the
Jinx," because of her infallible habit of everlastingly doing the
inopportune thing.

"If it wasn't that her father was a congressman, she'd never get by with
it," Amy had said, "but as it is, if you'll just remember that she's been
reared on rhetoric and torch-light parades, you can understand that little
abrupt way she has. I think it's rather interesting to be a 'Jinx,' it's
so different, and the boys only have mascots. This way, it shows we have a
fine, proud disregard for the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.
Kit, my child, did you hear that? I'll be playing Ophelia before the New
Year dawns."

"Tony Conyers sent word she'd be ready in five minutes," said Norma. "I
think she's dressing up as something symbolical, and she's got a lot of
the girls in there with her. Charity, I think this is a perfectly
stupendous idea of yours."

"'Tisn't mine," retorted Charity, hurtling cushions handily from one couch
to another in order to balance the room. "It's Kit's. This is her party.
Her coming out party at Hope."

"Oh, are you the founder's granddaughter?" Amy inquired, her blue eyes
opening widely.

"No, precious, I'm not," replied Kit, happily. "I wish this minute I could
mount yon rostrum, Mid declaim the feats of my ancestors. They were
pathfinders and Cavaliers, but I don't know of a single blessed founder
among them. Peggy, don't sit on the almonds. They're right behind you in
that glass dish."

The room filled up rapidly with members of the freshman class, and Kit
declared after she had been the rounds four times that she felt exactly
like the lecturer in the curio hall in a museum, telling the history of
the relics over and over again. Nobody but Anne knew how anxious she
became as the moments slipped by and no Marcelle appeared. It would never
do to have a climax happen without the surprise of her presence to carry
it off. The refreshments had all been served, and t