rty freshmen,
telling them to wear kimonas, carry soap and towels, and be in the
shower-bath compartment on the third floor at one minute after seven the
following day. If the sophomores were up early enough to notice the
freshmen's absences, they would not suspect anything unusual in such a
proceeding.

The next morning was a dark one, and, much to her annoyance, Ruth
overslept by ten minutes. Jumping up suddenly, she hastily put on her
bathrobe, and, passing along the hall by way of Esther Taylor's and
Florence Evans' rooms, made her way toward the shower. She did not hear
any stir as she went by the freshmen's doors, but being late, she
hurried on. A moment later, she reached the shower-bath compartment.

As she was just about to enter, the swinging door was abruptly flung
open, and a noisy crowd of girls, in kimonas and bath-robes, almost
knocked her over. They were freshmen, and they were all tremendously
happy over something; in a flash, she read the news of their victory.
She did not even need Mildred Cavin's announcement: "Florence Evans is
freshman president!" to confirm her fears.

The hot blood rushed to Ruth's face as she caught sight of Ethel Todd's
triumphantly gleaming eyes. Dejected, defeated, she disappeared into the
shower to drown her disappointment in cold water.

For, in her own imagination, she saw the junior presidency fading from
her grasp!

CHAPTER VI

THE ARRIVAL OF FRIEDA

Marjorie and Lily were seated in the old-fashioned, comfortably
furnished parlor in the home of Mrs. Johnson, that motherly woman who,
through her interest in both the Girl Scouts and their ward, had
promised to board Frieda for six dollars a week. The girls had come down
to see her to venture a little plan of theirs, and Marjorie was relieved
to find her so easy to become acquainted with. Mrs. Johnson was just the
sort of person--placid, sympathetic, jolly--that any normal girl would
love. This fact, thought Marjorie, ought to help them a great deal in
their success with Frieda.

"You see," explained Marjorie, idly running her finger along the surface
of the horse-hair sofa on which she was seated, "we want to make Frieda
enjoy herself from the very beginning. Some of the freshmen at Miss
Allen's were pretty homesick at first, and we want to avoid all that
with her. For she really belongs to us, you know; we're responsible for
her!"

"Yes, yes," agreed Mrs. Johnson, still in doubt regarding the purpose o