decreed that they were to meet every incoming train of
importance that day and spare no pains to make themselves agreeable to
the newcomers. In case the freshman yield was small, they were to use
their judgment about being friendly with returning students of the upper
classes.

"If we can't fill our cars with freshies, you girls all know just about
who's who at Hamilton. Don't pick up a soph, junior or senior unless you
are sure that it will be to our advantage to do so. Keep an eye out for
faculty. Nothing like being on the soft side of them."

Such was Leslie's counsel to her followers who were entering the
campaign with a malicious zest infinitely gratifying to her. While the
other eight cars contained two occupants apiece, Leslie's pet roadster
held a third passenger. Leslie had elected to invite Elizabeth Walbert
to share the roadster with herself and Harriet Stephens. This was not in
the least to Natalie Weyman's liking. Her own car having arrived, she
was obliged to drive it. She had not emerged from her cloud of
resentment against the officious Miss Walbert, nor was she likely to.

Meanwhile the faithful little committee, truly devoted to freshman
welfare, was blissfully unaware that their duties were about to be
snatched from them by the predatory Sans. The absent members of the
committee having arrived, the seven girls held a meeting on Thursday
evening in Marjorie's room, dividing the trains to be met among them.
Marjorie and Jerry were to be reinforced by Leila and Vera. The others
had also certain friends among the sophs, juniors and seniors who could
be relied upon to help them.

Marjorie and Jerry having been detailed to meet the ten-twenty train
from the west each morning, Vera and Leila never failed to be on hand
with their cars by nine o'clock. This permitted of a delightful spin in
the fresh air over the many picturesque drives in the vicinity of
Hamilton College. Always punctual, Leila never failed to get them to the
station in plenty of time for the train.

Driving into the station yard on this particular Friday morning, the
sight of a line of shining automobiles caused them to blink in momentary
astonishment.

"The Sans!" muttered Leila, giving vent to her usual whistle of
surprise. "Now what are the heathen up to? Look at that line of cars!
Almost every color except violet. What do you make of that?"

"They must expect a delegation of their own friends," guessed Marjorie.
"A lot of upper