n? Where do you
live? Are the garage accommodations good? I shall have my own car here;
perhaps two. How far is it from the station to the campus?"

The stranger hurled these questions at Marjorie all in a breath. The
latter's inclination toward secret vexation increased rather than
diminished. Her freshman find was showing somewhat Sans-like tendencies.

"All the campus houses are interesting. I live at Wayland Hall. There
are several garages in the vicinity of the college. It is about two
miles from the station to Hamilton. If you will come with me, I will
introduce you to some of my friends. A number of us came to the station
together; some of us to meet friends expected on this train. Miss Macy,
my room-mate, and myself are on the committee. Let me help you with your
luggage."

Marjorie deftly possessed herself of the bag of golf sticks which the
freshman now surrendered willingly, and led the way to the part of the
platform where her companions had gathered around the three juniors.

"Here she is!" exclaimed Vera, as she approached. "Aha! Now I know why
you left us all of a sudden!" She smiled winningly at Marjorie's
companion, who allowed the barest flicker of a smile to touch her
slightly pouting lips.

"Girls, I would like you to meet Miss----" Marjorie stopped, her color
rising. The stranger had not volunteered her name at the time when
Marjorie had introduced herself. She turned to the freshman with an
apologetic smile. "Will you tell me your name?" she asked pleasantly.

"Oh, certainly. My name is Elizabeth Walbert." As she spoke her restless
eyes began an appraisement of the group of girls whom Marjorie had
addressed.

"Miss Walbert, this is Miss Mason, Miss Lynne, Miss Harper----" Marjorie
presented her friends in turn to the newcomer, then said: "Please make
Miss Walbert feel at home among us, while I greet our famous juniors."

"Oh, we knew you wouldn't forget your little friends," laughed Selma,
"particularly the Swedish dwarf." Selma, who stood five feet nine, had
bestowed this name upon herself, she being the tallest of the four girls
who had chummed together since their enrollment at Hamilton.

Having warmly welcomed the trio, Marjorie realized Jerry was missing.
She glanced quickly up and down the platform in search of her. She
finally spied her coming down the platform with a plainly-dressed girl
whose pale face, under a brown sailor hat, bore the unmistakable stamp
of the student. In one