ons, dinners and treats to rally the freshmen to
Elizabeth Walbert's banner. Certain wise freshmen, however, had
discovered for themselves Phyllis Moore's many good qualities. They
intended to nominate her and proceeded to root energetically for her.
This contingent had not been pleased with the patronizing manner which
the Sans had displayed towards them at the picnic. They were altogether
too independent and honorable to barter their class vote for a mess of
pottage.

"Freshie election this afternoon," announced Jerry, as she caught up
with Marjorie on the steps of the Hall. "Saw you half way across the
campus. You might as well have been ten miles away. I trilled but you
didn't hear me. I'll bet that election will be a brisk and busy affair."

"I didn't hear you trill. I saw you just as I started up the walk. I
hear Phil has quite strong support. It would be great if she'd win after
all the fuss the Sans have made over Miss Walbert."

"She says she won't," was Jerry's disappointing reply. "She thinks over
half the class will vote for Miss Walbert. If they do I shall be sore
enough at them to stay away from the freshman frolic."

"There's to be a class meeting tomorrow afternoon to discuss that very
frolic. Did you see the notice yesterday?"

"Yep. Nothing gets by me that I happen to see. I saw that," Jerry made
humorous reply. "I suppose it is up to us to do the agreeable this year,
also the decorating."

"Also the gallant escort act. Oh, my!" Marjorie exclaimed in sudden
consternation. "Something important nearly got by me. I promised Miss
Humphrey this noon to give Lucy a message from her. Her secretary is
sick and she needs someone for a few days. She is away behind in her
letters. Goodbye. I'll see you later."

Marjorie promptly disappeared into the house in search of Lucy. Her
quest proved fruitless. Lucy was not in her own room or with any of the
other Lookouts. Katherine was also not at home, which pointed to the
fact that the two had gone somewhere together.

"They're at Lillian's," guessed Marjorie. "I had better walk over to
Hamilton Hall and tell Miss Humphrey I haven't seen Lucy," was her next
thought. "She may be waiting for her."

It was not more than five minutes' walk across the campus to the Hall.
Marjorie ran part of the way and bounded up the steps of the building,
breathless and rosy.

"It was kind in you to take so much trouble, Miss Dean," Miss Humphrey
said gratefully, as Marjorie e