st friends during our college
days, too. Hampton College is our alma mater."

"That is where I hope to go when I finish high school. Miss Fielding has
told me so many nice things about Hampton," was Marjorie's eager reply.
Then she added impetuously, "I'm going to like Sanford, too. I'm quite
sure of it."

"That is the right spirit in which to begin your work here," was the
instant response. "I will assign you to that last seat in the third row.
We do not change seats. Each girl is given her own place for the year."

Marjorie thanked Miss Flint, and made her way to the seat indicated. The
sound of footsteps in the corridor had ceased. A tall girl in the front
row of desks slipped from her seat and closed the door. Miss Flint rose,
faced her class, and the recitation began.

After the class was dismissed Miss Flint detained Marjorie for a moment
to ask a few questions regarding her text and note books. Muriel waited
in the corridor. Her face wore an expression of extreme satisfaction.
It looked as though the new freshman might be a distinct addition to the
critical little company of girls who had set themselves as rulers and
arbiters of the freshman class. She was pretty, wore lovely clothes,
lived in a big house in a select neighborhood, had played center on a
city basketball team, and was the friend of Miss Flint's friend. To be
sure, Mignon La Salle might raise some objection to the newcomer. Mignon
was so unreasonably jealous. But for all her money, Mignon must not be
allowed always to have her own way. Muriel was sure the rest of the
girls would be quite in favor of adding Marjorie Dean to their number.
They needed one more girl to complete their sextette. To Marjorie should
fall the honor.

"I'll introduce her to the girls this noon, and let them look her over.
Then I'll have a talk with them to-night and see what they think,"
planned Muriel as she went back to the study hall at Marjorie's side.

There was a hurried exchange of books, then Marjorie was rushed off to
her algebra recitation. Here she found herself at least two weeks ahead
of the others, and was able to solve a problem at the blackboard that
had puzzled several members of the class, thereby winning a reputation
for herself as a mathematician to which it afterward proved anything but
easy to live up to.

While in both her English and algebra classes Marjorie had searched the
room with alert eyes for the girl who looked like Mary. She felt vaguel