hey would ask me to go with
them. I hate to go alone. I will accept, though, so long as you think it
best." She turned to Marjorie with a kind of meek trust that touched the
latter.

"Perhaps these other freshmen will ask you," was Marjorie's hopeful
rejoinder. "If they shouldn't you will see them at the picnic and be
with them anyway, perhaps. I know an even better plan. Suppose we get
the rest of the girls, Jerry, and go over to Silverton Hall. We can
introduce Miss Towne to the freshies there and she will be sure to have
company at the picnic."

"All right, Marvelous Manager. I'll go and round them up." Jerry rose
and promptly disappeared in search of her chums.

"I don't think I ought to go," demurred Muriel, when invited. "I have a
hundred lines of French prose to translate. It's terribly hard, too."

"Translate it when you come back," suggested Jerry.

"I see myself doing it. It is half-past seven now. We'll be back here
about ten minutes before the ten-thirty bell. That will give me a lot of
time to translate a hundred lines. Now won't it?"

"Oh, come along. I'll see that you get back by nine-thirty, even if we
have to start home ahead of the others," glibly promised Jerry.

"I'll see to it myself," declared Muriel. "I intend to be a stickler for
duty this night. Go and get Ronny and Lucy while I do my hair over. It's
all falling down. I will meet you down stairs."

Lucy and Ronny also raised weak objections on the ground of unprepared
recitations. Nevertheless they shut up their books with alacrity.
Neither cared to be left out of a visit to Silverton Hall.

Presently the six girls were crossing the campus under the autumn stars.
It was a soft October night and none of the Lookouts had donned hats or
wraps. Walking between Marjorie and Ronny, Miss Towne began partly to
understand how very delightful some girls could be. She had never had an
intimate girl friend and she thought it remarkable that these
self-possessed, beautifully dressed girls should be so ready to show her
every kindness.

"You dear things!" was Robin Page's greeting as she fairly pranced into
the living room at Silverton Hall not more than three minutes after her
callers' arrival. "You certainly are unexpected but awfully welcome.
Come up to my room this minute."

Robin smiled in friendly fashion at Miss Towne, although she had never
met her. Immediately she had been introduced to the lonely freshman, and
Marjorie had stated the ob