gular pow-wow went on
for a few minutes."

Vera stopped her narrative to laugh as she recalled that very stormy
altercation. Leila was also laughing. Nor could the other listeners fail
to be amused.

"I can imagine how that poor soph felt to be jumped on so unexpectedly,
when she was playing the agreeable hostess at her own birthday party."
Jerry's sympathy for the injured sophomore did not prevent her from
laughing. The funny side of such tragedies invariably struck Jerry
first. "How did the pow-wow end?"

"Very likely an enraged Baretti swooped down on them and read them the
law in broken and indignant English," guessed Ronny, with a glance
toward the cashier's desk, where the stolid little proprietor sat
counting the day's receipts.

"Did he?" emphasized Vera. "He crossed the floor as though he had wings
attached to his shoes. He stopped directly in front of Leslie Cairns. We
couldn't hear what he said to her. It wasn't more than half a dozen
sentences. They must have been strictly to the point. She glared at him
and he glared back. Then she said loudly enough to be heard all over the
room: 'Come on, girls. Let the dago have his hash house. I hope it burns
down tonight.' The six of them went out of the restaurant, laughing.
Guiseppe was wild. He swore they should never be allowed to set foot in
this place again. They stayed away until after Easter. Gradually they
drifted back, and he didn't reopen the quarrel. They have been on their
good behavior here since then."

"Quite a collegiate performance. What?" Leila gave an exact imitation of
Leslie Cairns' manner of uttering the interrogation. "Take the truth
from me, our freshie year was full of just such scenes put over by those
girls."

"The soph who had the fuss with Leslie Cairns is a senior this year. You
may believe the Sans will get no favors from her and her party crowd.
The Sans will find out some day that they can't sow tares and expect to
reap flowers," concluded Vera with some warmth.

"Yes, but it will take them such a very long time to find it out,"
Muriel said impatiently. "If we don't stand up for the honor of our Alma
Mater, who will?"

"Well, we've done some good," sturdily asserted Jerry. "We wouldn't
allow the Sans to rag Katherine. The Beauty contest was an awful damper
to them, especially Miss Weyman. It put a crimp in her sails. She needed
to be suppressed. Then came the trouble about basket ball. The Silverton
House girls deserve most