Terrace as nice as the house where you are?
What did you say the name of your house was? Could I change and get in
there?" There was suppressed eagerness in the last question.

"You could not." Leslie regarded the questioner with a superior smile.
"I live at Wayland Hall. Our crowd live there, too. It's the best house
on the campus, and hard to get into. It has two drawbacks; an idiot of a
manager, and dear Miss Bean and her crowd. We have made complaint
against the manager and she may have to go. She's a hateful old fossil
and shows partiality. We can't do much about this crowd of which I've
been telling you, unless they do something very malicious against us.
Just let them start anything, though----" Her small black eyes narrowed
unpleasantly.

At this juncture Natalie Weyman appealed to her to corroborate a
statement she had just made to one of the juniors who had come down to
the train to meet the Sans. Natalie had not been too busy with her
friends to note that Leslie had condescended to show interest in the
freshman. She, therefore, decided to break up the conversation going on
between them. It was bad enough to have Lola Elster to contend with.
She did not propose to allow this forward little snip, as she mentally
characterized Miss Walbert, any leeway toward Leslie's favor which she
could prevent.

"She doesn't like me and I don't like her," was the freshman's
conclusion. When speaking to Leslie, Natalie had regarded her out of two
very cold gray-blue eyes. The polite smile which had touched her lips
was suggestive of frost.

It was the last thing needed to fire Elizabeth Walbert's ambition toward
an intimate friendship with Leslie Cairns. She resolved that she would
not only be chums with Leslie. Sooner or later she would take up her
residence at Wayland Hall. She had always been clever at obtaining
whatever she desired. To attain a residence at the Hall might not be so
very difficult. At least it was worth the effort. She did not care who
might be shoved out in order to make room for her.

Meanwhile Marjorie had safely conducted her second venture in freshmen
to the spot where a knot of girls stood patiently awaiting her tardy
appearance. Helen alone was missing, having gone into the town on an
errand.

"Where were you? We thought you were right behind us. What has become of
your blonde freshie? We knew something had happened," was the reception
which greeted her and her charge.

"Do blondes change t