get my father to fix up matters
if there was any trouble started. They let us do all the worrying over
it. I guess we have the right to keep it to ourselves. That settles
you, Dulcie. You can quit sulking because I won't allow you to tell
everything you know to Eleanor. Remember it is to your own precious
interest not to."

Leslie delivered herself of this long speech very much as her father
might have addressed himself to a group of his business lieutenants. It
was received with a certain amount of respect which was always accorded
her by her chums when she adopted her father's tone and manner. They
were all still more or less uneasy over the method which she and Joan
had employed to save them their residence at Wayland Hall.

"Leslie, do you think we will ever have any trouble about--well--about
what you and Joan did?" questioned Evangeline Heppler rather uneasily.

"Not unless you let someone outside this crowd into the secret. The only
other person who knows it would not dare tell it. She would deny knowing
a thing about it to the very end. Don't worry. That is past. It won't
come up again. We are safe enough. It is up to us now to put the enemy
on the back seats where they belong and regain the ground we lost last
year. I repeat what I said awhile ago. We have _got_ to get busy."

CHAPTER IX.

FRESHIE FISHING.

The result of Leslie Cairns' rallying of her companions to her standard
was made manifest when a fairly lengthy procession of automobiles,
driven by Sans sped along the smooth roads to the station on the
following Friday morning.

While Leslie was not at all on good terms with Miss Humphrey, the
registrar, she had other sources of information open to her regarding
college matters which were by rights none of her affairs. It was,
therefore, easy for her to learn how many of the freshman class had
registered and govern herself accordingly. With the tactics of a general
she went the rounds of the Sans, ordering them to be on hand all day
Friday with their cars, provided these highly useful machines in the
campaign had arrived on the scene. At least half of the Sans were
already in possession of their own pet cars, these having been driven to
Hamilton by the chauffeurs of their respective families. Nine
automobiles accordingly went to swell the procession that sunny Friday
morning and the Sans were in high feather as, two to a car, they set out
on their self-imposed welcoming task.

Leslie had