ularly Marjorie Wilkinson
as chairman. I'm sure we couldn't have given the freshmen a lovelier
party!"

Marjorie blushed modestly at the praise, and Ruth smiled artificially.
No one must think she minded Marjorie's success.

"Madame President!" said Marjorie, rising, "would it be in order to make
a suggestion along the same line?"

"Certainly," nodded Doris.

"Well," she explained, "I noticed at the party--and later--that a number
of our freshmen were pretty homesick. Now wouldn't it be possible for
each girl in our class to sort of 'adopt' a particular girl, to look out
for her, and try to make her happy? I know that the Y.W.C.A. has
instituted that custom in several of the colleges, and it works
splendidly."

"I think that is a charming idea, Marjorie," said Doris. "What do the
rest of the class think?"

Ruth instantly thought of all sorts of objections, but hesitated to be
the first to voice them, lest her opposition might seem too pointed. She
winked slyly at Evelyn; she could depend upon her to rally to her cause.

"Madame President," said Evelyn, interpreting Ruth's silent request,
"would there be enough of us? Aren't there forty freshmen?"

"I thought of that," answered Marjorie; "but I am sure the juniors would
help."

"Juniors!" exclaimed Barbara Hill, scornfully. "We wouldn't want a rival
class to come to our assistance, would we?"

"Seniors, then," replied Marjorie, with annoyance in her tone. She was
interested in the idea itself, not in the details of its execution.

"I think Marjorie's plan is wonderful," put in Ruth, deciding at this
point that she could remain out of the discussion no longer, "but I have
one suggestion to make. You know yourselves that girls of our age don't
like to be pitied and petted! Let's do something, certainly, just as
Marjorie proposes, to make the freshmen feel at home, but I would advise
that we do everything in our power to give them a good, lively
interest--that instead of treating them like the Infant Department of a
Sunday School, we take away their loneliness by some good stiff rivalry!
Let's call them together, and tell them more about their secret class
meeting, and challenge them to try to outwit us! They'll be so busy, and
they'll develop so much real class spirit that they won't have time to
get blue."

"I think that's great!" cried Evelyn, jumping up impulsively. "Let's get
the thing started right away."

"Perhaps we had better have our class electio