l end it," consoled Vera. "There will be some
stragglers next week, of course, but today and Saturday will see the
most of the students here."

"Look at the Sans." Leila arched her brows and drew down the corners of
her mouth. "Hmm! Posted all along the platform with General Cairns in
the most prominent place. And do my eyes tell me lies! Isn't that girl
hanging on her arm the freshie you lost the other day, Marjorie?"

"Yes, it is Miss Walbert." Marjorie instantly identified the fickle
freshman.

"You never said a word to any of us about what happened the other day
except that she knew Miss Myers and left you," Jerry said. "I meant to
ask you about her afterward and I forgot it. Was she snippy with you?"

"No-o; not exactly snippy." A faint smile rose to Marjorie's lips. "She
wasn't satisfied to stay with us. The minute she caught sight of the
Sans she wanted to be with them. Then she found she knew Miss Myers and
Miss Stephens, and she simply walked off and left us."

"She's a first-class snob, isn't she?" persisted Jerry.

"Yes, she is," Marjorie responded truthfully. "Frankly I am not sorry
she left us. I seldom dislike a girl on sight, but I did not like her. I
found it hard work to be polite to her. There was something about her
that jarred on me dreadfully."

The arrival of the train cut off further conversation for the moment.
The four girls turned their attention to watching the little stream of
girls that issued from the several cars. Greatly to their amusement the
Sans behaved somewhat after the manner of taxicab drivers eagerly
soliciting fares.

"We stand small chance with the freshies today, unless we can line up
beside the Sans and call out our merits," laughed Leila.

Marjorie smiled absently, only half hearing Leila's remark. Her eyes
were roving up and down the platform in an effort to pick up any girl
whom the Sans might deliberately choose to overlook. She saw no one. The
considerable number of girls who had descended the car steps were being
taken in tow by the new self-constituted reception committee. The
clanging of bells and the sharp blast of the whistle proclaimed the
train to be ready to move on. The Sans and their finds were already
turning their back upon it.

Several yards below where she was standing, Marjorie suddenly spied a
lithe, girlish figure coming down the car steps almost at a run,
burdened though she was by a traveling bag and a suitcase. At the bottom
step she lost h