hand she carried a small black utility bag of
very shiny material. The other hand grasped the handle of a large straw
suitcase. Jerry carried the mate to it. Her plump face registered
nothing but polite attention to what her companion was saying. She was
marching her freshman along, however, at a fair rate of speed. Not so
far to their rear the Sans had detrained. Their high-pitched talk and
laughter could be heard the length of the platform, as they gathered up
their luggage and prepared to march on Hamilton. Jerry proposed to be
safely in the bosom of her friends with her find before that march
began.

"Come along, children. Let's be going. The choo-choo cars are getting
ready to choo-choo right along to the next station. Look as I may, I see
no more arriving freshies--except the one Jeremiah is now towing toward
us." Leila added this as she saw Jerry. "We'll delay our going in honor
of the freshie."

Next instant Jerry had joined them and was introducing Miss Towne, of
Omaha, Nebraska, as the stranger had shyly declared herself. Amidst the
crowd of dainty, white-gowned girls, she looked not unlike a dingy
little brown wren. Miss Walbert eyed her with growing disapproval and
gave her a perfunctory nod of the head. Immediately she turned her
attention to the on-coming Sans whom she had already noticed. Her face
brightened visibly as she watched them. While she had reluctantly
decided that her new acquaintances were as well dressed as she, and
carried themselves as though of social importance, their kindly
reception of a girl who was clearly a dig and a nobody displeased her.
The very manner in which the other group of girls were advancing made
strong appeal to her. They were more the type she had known at Welden.

Marjorie felt an imperative tug at her arm. "Who are those girls? They
came from that private car. They are so much like my dear pals at
Welden." Elizabeth Walbert's babyish features were alive with animation.

"They are juniors. I have met a few of them. I can't really say that I
have an acquaintance with any of them." Marjorie could think of nothing
else to say of the Sans. She did not care to go into detail regarding
them.

"We go down those steps over there to reach the yard where two of my
friends have parked their cars," she continued, with intended change of
subject. Her companions were already moving toward the flight of stone
steps. Miss Walbert still stood watching the approaching company of
s