er," said Marjorie, blushing at the memory of
her escapade. "I don't believe I have thought of it once since Mrs.
Randolph's note came. I have been so anxious to see a real college
football match. My father was on the team at Harvard."

"Indeed!" said the doctor, looking interested. "I am a Harvard man
myself, and there was a Graham on the team in my time; a splendid
chap--what is your father's name?"

"Donald, and he was in the class of 1890," said Marjorie, eagerly. "Oh,
I wonder if you can really have known Father."

"I certainly did. Ninety was my class, too, and I remember Donald Graham
very well, though we have never met since the old college days."

"How perfectly delightful!" cried Marjorie, with sparkling eyes. "Father
will be so interested when I write him about it."

Dr. Randolph was really pleased to hear of his old classmate, forgotten
for nearly twenty years, and he and Marjorie were soon in the midst of
an animated conversation; she telling of her father's busy life on the
Arizona cattle ranch, and he relating college stories, and growing young
again himself in recalling those old merry days.

That was a wonderful ride, and Marjorie enjoyed every moment. Dr.
Randolph told her the names of all the towns they passed through, and
Beverly and his mother were so kind and so merry. It was noon when they
reached New Haven, where they found the streets crowded with people and
automobiles, and many of the buildings decorated with flags and Yale
colors.

"Have all these people come to see the game?" Marjorie asked
breathlessly.

"Yes, and a good many more as well," Dr. Randolph told her. "There is
always a big crowd for these games; the railroads run special trains on
purpose. We are going to have lunch now, and then go out to Yale Field."

"I wonder if we shall meet Aunt Julia and Elsie," said Marjorie. "How
surprised they will be to see me if we do. Aunt Julia will be pleased, I
know, for she hated to leave me at home."

"We shall meet the Bells and their party at any rate," said Beverly.
"They came yesterday by train, and are saving a table for us at the
restaurant. You know Lulu Bell, don't you, Marjorie?"

"Yes, she is in my class, and I like her ever so much. I like Winifred
Hamilton, too, and she is to be with the Bells, I believe."

At that moment they drew up before the hotel where they were to lunch,
and Mrs. Randolph and Marjorie hurried away to the dressing-room to
remove wraps and motor v