martly-dressed girls.

"Pardon me. What did you say?" The absorbed freshman spoke without
looking at Marjorie. "I think I have met one or two of those girls.
Summer before last, at Newport, I met a Miss Myers and a Miss Stephens.
We had quite a lot of fun together one afternoon at a tennis tournament.
Yes, I am sure those are the same girls. I met them afterward at a
dinner dance."

By this time the party had come within a few feet of where Marjorie and
her annoying freshman find were standing. Marjorie felt the warm color
flood her cheeks as a battery of unfriendly eyes was turned upon her.
Her chums had already disappeared down the stairway, unaware that she
had been left behind. She could hardly have conceived of a more
disagreeable situation. Miss Walbert, however, was quite in her element.
She had done precisely what she had intended to do.

"Excuse me, I must really speak to my friends. I'll probably go on to
the college with them. Thank you so much."

With this Miss Walbert stepped hurriedly forward and addressed Joan
Myers. "How do you do? You are Miss Myers whom I met at the Newport
tennis tournament, I believe. So surprised to see you here and so
pleased."

Joan Myers stared hard at the speaker before replying. She recognized
her as the girl she had met at Newport on the occasion mentioned. She
also recalled the second meeting at the dance and acted accordingly.

"How are you?" she returned affably, extending her hand. "Of course I
remember you. Strange I can't recall your name. I met you at the Newport
tournament and afterward at Mrs. Barry Symonds' dance. Are you going to
enter Hamilton? So pleased, I am sure. Won't you join our party? You
seem to be--er--well out of your proper element." Joan added this with
insulting intent.

Marjorie had stepped back as Miss Walbert had stepped forward. Her first
impulse, in consideration of the cavalier dismissal she had received,
had been to turn and walk away. Courtesy prompted her to wait a moment,
thus making sure the freshman was accepted as an acquaintance by Joan
Myers and Harriet Stephens. She had barely turned away as she heard Joan
Myers say, "Won't you join our party?" She could, therefore, hardly help
hearing the remark which followed.

She went without attempting even a farewell nod. She was not hurt over
the ill-bred manner in which she had been treated. She was disgusted
with the other girl's utter shallowness. She was also visited by a sense
of