ter lights when Miss Arnold returned the first night. Hannah had read
her chapter and was lying awake, bravely resisting a homesick cry. Her
roommate groped in with an animated tale of a Freshman spread on the top
floor at which the chief attraction had been oyster cocktails.
Pocahontas shuddered. In imagination she detected a faint odor like
that from her mother's medicine-closet.

"I'd have asked you to go along with me," apologized Lillian, scrambling
into bed without any conventional delay, "but I thought you wouldn't
care for such things."

"I hope I never shall," said the new girl, solemnly, and turned her face
to the wall.

The following morning while Pocahontas arranged her share of the bureau,
the Sophomore draped a tennis net on their wall and fixed in its meshes
the trophies of her first year. She was putting a photograph in place
when Hannah spoke:

"Who is that, Miss Arnold?"

"That's Jack Smith," answered Lillian; "stunning, isn't he?"

"He's very interesting, I think. He was on the train yesterday. There
were ever so many boys to meet him."

"He's a Beta Rho,--belongs to that fraternity, you know. They have a
swell house here. I know most of them very well,--been over there to
dinner several times."

"What class is he in?"

"Mine,--Sophomore. He's a splendid athlete,--football and
pole-vaulting,--and he sings in the Glee Club. He was the only Freshman
to make the team last year,--he's really a perfect hero."

"I knew he was somebody by the way they acted down at the station. I
think he has a good face." The new girl had come over from the bureau
and was looking up at the picture in the net.

"Everybody thinks he is the handsomest man in college. You wait till you
see him in his red sweater. Don't say anything, Hannah, but I'm going to
have Jack Smith for my very own this year; you see if I don't manage
it," and Lillian, laughing, blew a light kiss to the photograph.

Decidedly Pocahontas disapproved of her room-mate. Later, when she found
that a half-dozen girls who had dropped in after dinner were there for
the evening, she went out into a music-room to look at her new
text-books. Routed from here by more butterflies, with "beaux," she did
her reading on a bench in the hallway. Another day and she was rooming
with a Junior who was a hard student. Her departure caused Miss Arnold
sincere regret. A girl she knew had roomed with a Freshman the year
before and the child adored her and did the