dull disappointment. Hurrying to overtake her own party, she
discovered she was still carrying the freshman's golf bag. In the
annoyance of the moment she had forgotten all about it. Bravely she
decided to return it at once and have it off her hands immediately. She
was half way down the steps when she made this resolve. She quickly
remounted the stairs. From the top step she could see the Sans, standing
where she had left them. Four or five juniors whom she had seen on the
platform before the train came in, were with them now.

"Is this the way to the station yard?" inquired a soft little voice at
her elbow. "Can I get a taxi there that will take me to Hamilton
College?"

Marjorie turned quickly to meet the questioning gaze of two velvety
black eyes. The owner of the soft voice and black eyes was a girl no
taller than Vera. She had a small, straight nose and a red bud of a
mouth. Her hair, under the gray sports hat which matched her suit, was a
blue black, so soft as to be almost feathery. As she surveyed the pretty
stranger, Marjorie's recent pang of disappointment left her. Here, at
least, was a freshman more after her own heart.

CHAPTER VII.

THE SANS' NEW RECRUIT.

"If you will wait just a moment or two I will show you the way to the
station yard. I am Marjorie Dean, of the sophomore class. I am down here
today purposely to help incoming freshmen. I had one in tow a few
minutes ago, but she met some acquaintances of hers and joined them. I
carried off her golf bag and must return it. She is over there."
Marjorie nodded toward the group. "Pardon me. I'll return instantly."

"Thank you, ever so much. I shall be glad to wait for you," sweetly
responded the newcomer. "I am Barbara Severn, of Baltimore."

Marjorie stopped to acknowledge the introduction, then onerous as was
the task, she went staunchly to it. Luckily for her, Miss Walbert stood
at the edge of the group, momentarily neglected by her chosen
acquaintances. They were busily engaged with their junior classmates.

"Here is your golf bag, Miss Walbert. I forgot to give it to you when I
left you." Her tone evenly impersonal, it carried a note of reserve
which the other caught.

"Oh, thank you. I--that is--I forgot about it, too." She attempted a
smile as she reached out to take it from Marjorie's hands.

"You are welcome." A slight inclination of the head and Marjorie was
gone.

Elizabeth Walbert watched the graceful figure in white across