of abject terror. "Never mind, Miss
Lewis," she said kindly. "It's really an honor to be in the grind-book,
but I promise not to tell if you'd rather I wouldn't. Won't you show
that you forgive me by coming down to college under my umbrella?"

"She can't. She's coming with me," answered Nan promptly. "I demand the
right to first choice."

"Very well, I yield," said Mary, "because when you go my sovereignty
will be undisputed. You'll have to hurry, children."

So the little procession of rain-coats flapping out from under dripping
umbrellas started briskly off to join the longer procession that was
converging from every direction toward College Hall. Roberta and Nan
were ahead under one umbrella, chatting like old friends.

"I suppose she doesn't think we're worth talking to," said Rachel
Morrison, who came next with Betty.

"Probably she's one of the kind that's always been around with grown
people and isn't used to girls," suggested Betty.

"Perhaps," agreed Rachel. "Anyhow, I can't get a word out of her. She
just sits by her window and reads magazines and looks bored to death
when Katherine or I go in to speak to her. Isn't Katherine jolly? I'm so
glad I don't room alone."

"Are you?" asked Betty. "I can tell better after my roommate comes. Her
name sounds quite nice. It's Helen Chase Adams, and she lives somewhere
up in New Hampshire. Did you ever see so many girls?"

There seemed to be no end to them. They jostled one another
good-naturedly in the narrow halls, swarmed, chattering, up the stairs,
and filled the chapel to overflowing. It was very exciting to see the
whole college together. Even Roberta Lewis condescended to look
interested when Mary Brooks showed her the faculty rows, and pointed out
the college beauty, the captain of the sophomore basket-ball team, and
other local celebrities.

"That's evidently a freshman," declared Eleanor Watson, who was in the
row behind with Katherine and the Riches. "Doesn't she look lost and
unhappy?" And she pointed out a tall, near-sighted girl who was stalking
dejectedly down the middle aisle.

A vivacious little brunette was sitting next Eleanor. "Pardon me," she
said sweetly, "but did you mean the girl who's gone around to the side
and is now being received with open arms by most of the faculty? She's a
senior, the brightest girl in the class, we think, and she's sad because
she's lost her trunk and broken her glasses. You're a freshman, I
judge?"

"Thank y