st be dreaming.

When they reached their own room Lily sank down into a chair, exhausted
from the excitement.

"Marj, what ever made you nominate me?" she cried. "I'm not the stuff
presidents are made of--like you and Doris!"

"Oh, but you are--or you wouldn't have gotten it!"

"I got it because they didn't put anybody good against me! I had meant
to nominate you; but before I had a chance, Barbara moved that the
nominations be closed. But you led me into it--now you must tell me what
to do!"

She looked at her room-mate imploringly, as if she were already bowed
down with the sense of responsibility.

"I'm sorry, Lil, but I can't tell you," laughed Marjorie. "You know I've
never been president."

"That's true! Oh, say, Marj, wasn't Ruth the surprised girl when she
heard I got it? I couldn't help watching her face, and I nearly died!"

Marjorie, too, had enjoyed the situation immensely; for while she
usually disliked seeing anyone disappointed, Ruth had been so
over-confident, and so scornful of Lily the preceding year, that she
could not help being glad of the outcome. Then, a sudden thought struck
her.

"You asked me what I'd do, Lil," she said. "I'd advise you to enlist
Ruth's help!"

"Ruth Henry?" This in consternation.

"Yes; for this reason: she has had a big disappointment in not being
elected herself, and I know Ruth well enough to realize that when she is
disappointed, she often gets spiteful. So, if you take my advice, you
will make her your friend before she has a chance to become your enemy!"

Lily weighed carefully the suggestion put forth by her room-mate. She
nodded her head slightly in her approval of the plan.

"I guess you're right," she said. "I had, of course, thought of
consulting Doris, and I suppose I might as well include Ruth. It can't
do any harm."

The next day was one of those beautiful mild days that would seem to
belong rather to summer than to autumn. The windows all over the school
were wide open; the sound of lawn-mowers could be heard in the distance;
the drowsy warmth of the air made the girls think of Commencement time.

Resolutely putting aside her desire to be lazy, and oppressed by the
thought of her official duties, Lily Andrews decided to devote the
afternoon to a consultation with Doris Sands, the out-going president.

But Marjorie shared no such cares. Freed from hockey practice, and
planning to study her lessons in the evening, her thoughts flew to her
cano