. "I have not. She is just the person I need,
though, to carry out a plan of mine. Joan and Harriet both say that the
Walberts have millions. They have a wonderful place at Newport. So Mrs.
Barry Symonds told Joan. What did you say the Walbert's place was
called, Joan?"

"Evermonde," furnished Joan promptly. "I was sorry I didn't go and call
on the kid, particularly after I found out who she was. I only met her
twice at the tag end of the season."

"What I want her for," continued Leslie with slow emphasis, "is the
freshman presidency."

"Some modest little ambition," murmured Evangeline Heppler.

"Um-m! Well, rather!" agreed Adelaide Forman. "How do you propose to
make it happen, Les?"

"Leave that to me. I'm not prepared to tell you yet. I only know that it
has to happen. It will give us a good hold on the freshies." Leslie's
loose-lipped mouth tightened perceptibly. "We'll have to do some clever
electioneering. I expect it will cost money. I don't care how much it
costs, so long as I win my point."

"You mean we must rush the freshies?" interrogated Margaret Wayne.

"Yes," nodded Leslie. "Cart them around in our cars. Blow them off to
dinners and luncheons. Begin tomorrow to go down to the station and grab
them as they come off the train."

"Deliver me from the station act." Joan Myers made a wry face.

"You'll have to go to it with the rest of us," insisted Leslie with a
suggestive lowering of brows. "This is really serious business, Joan. I
don't intend to sit still and see a bunch of muffs like those Sanford
girls run Hamilton College. We had things all our own way until they
came upon the scene. Nothing has been as it should be for us since then.
They have turned a lot of upper class girls against us. I don't mean
Leila Harper and her crowd. They never had any time for us. There are a
good many Silverton Hall girls of our social standing, but they went
almost solid against us in that Miss Reid affair last year. Who was to
blame for that? Those Sanford busybodies, you may be sure."

"I believe it was that Miss Page who started the Silverton Hall gang,"
differed Dulcie Vale, with a touch of sulkiness. She was still peeved at
Leslie and now delighted in expressing a contrary opinion.

"I don't care what _you_ believe," mimicked Leslie disagreeably. "I say
it was the Sanford crowd who started the trouble."

"Say it, then. Sing it if you like," retorted Dulcie. "I am privileged
to my own opinion."

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