. I
don't believe there is any one infallible method of winning them over."

"Oh, I wasn't serious," Helen said, with her roguish, indolent smile.
"While I don't object to helping the great cause along, I am not
yearning to become a polite entertainer. I'd probably be a most impolite
one before the end of a week, if I had to rush freshies as a steady
task. I am afraid few of them would turn out to be as amiable,
beautiful, jolly, delightful, agreeable and companionable as good old
Jeremiah here."

"An awful waste of adjectives," was Jerry's terse reception of this
extravagant tribute to herself. "Here comes the train." Despite her lack
of sentiment, she flashed Helen a smile of comradeship.

The belated express thundered into the station with a force which shook
the platform. Instinctively the scattered groups of persons on the
platform drew back a trifle as the first three coaches shot past. It was
a long train and it did not take more than a second glance down its
length to note that the last coach was quite different from the others.

"Private car!" Leila's low exclamation held more than surprise. It was
sarcastically significant. "Behold the Philistines are upon us," she
continued in pretended consternation.

"We needn't mind a little thing like that," Jerry assured with a genial
smile. "They won't be met and fussed over by us. I wonder where the mob
is who ought to be at the station to greet these celebrated geese?"

"They certainly chose a poor day for a triumphal return." Muriel
indulged in a soft chuckle at the Sans' expense. She broke off in the
middle of it with a jubilant cry of, "Girls; there's Hortense just
getting off the train three coaches up the platform!"

"Hooray! Nella and Selma are with her!" This from Leila, whose eyes had
picked up dignified Hortense Barlow descending the car steps immediately.
Muriel had cried out. Following her were the two juniors of whom Leila
and Vera were so fond.

The unwelcome Sans entirely forgotten, Leila, Muriel and Vera headed an
orderly rush up the platform. All of the station party were anxious to
give the three juniors a hearty reception. Marjorie and Ronny happened
to be the last of the little procession. The former bore in mind her
chief object in coming-to the station and kept a sharp lookout for
freshmen.

Just as they reached the edge of the group which had closed in about the
three arrivals, Marjorie's searching eyes spied a small, flaxen-haired
you