er, for the best, in
time we shall attain it. It's our influence that will count. It may not
be felt at once; gradually it will be. We need not expect the Sans will
change their views. We must put them in the background by being true and
kindly and honorable. Then their false standards will count for
nothing."

CHAPTER IV.

AN INVITATION TO AN "OFFICE PARTY."

"I'm very, very sleepy, Jeremiah, but I shall try to keep awake for the
chimes. It would be unkind not to greet my second friend tonight."
Marjorie made these whimsical statements between yawns.

"Wait for 'em, then, if you can," returned Jerry. "The minute my head
touches the pillow I shall be dead to the world. You'll never keep
awake. You are yawning now."

"I shall," firmly avowed Marjorie. Tired out by the long railway
journey, her eyes would close. Nevertheless she slipped into a silk
negligee and curled up on the floor beside a window, to wait for the
welcoming voice of her loved friend. The light in the room extinguished,
the white moonlight touched her sweet face, lending it a new and wistful
beauty. From her post at the window she could see Hamilton Hall, a
magnificent gray pile in the moonbeams. The campus stretched away on all
sides of it like an enchanted emerald carpet full of lights and
shadows.

Marjorie momentarily forgot her desire for sleep as she looked on the
silent loveliness which night had enhanced. It filled her with all sorts
of vague inspirations which she could sense but not analyze. She could
only understand herself as being earnestly desirous of showing greater
loyalty to her Alma Mater than ever before.

Then upon her inspirited musings fell the voice of her old, familiar
friend, clear and silvery as ever. She sat very still, almost
breathlessly, listening to the clarion, welcoming prelude. Followed the
measured stroke of eleven. "I am so happy to hear you again, dear
friend. Good night." Marjorie rose, and, with a last, sleepy, but
loving, glance at the fairylike outdoors trotted to her couch bed. She
had scarcely found its grateful comfort before she was fast asleep.

She awoke the next morning with the sunshine pouring in upon her to find
Jerry, kimono-clad, standing meditatively beside her couch.

"Why--um--what--where----" she mumbled. "Oh, goodness, Jerry! have I
overslept? What time is it? That wall clock stopped last night just
after we came in, and I forgot to wind it and set it again." She sat up
hastily