girls.

"You bad old goose!" was Robin Page's affectionate censure as she hugged
her tall, boyish cousin. "Why didn't you wire me?"

"I did," returned Phyllis. "You'll probably receive it tomorrow. That
will be so nice, won't it, to get a wire that I am on the way when I'm
already here?"

"You fell into good hands, anyway," Robin beamed on the trio of Wayland
Hall girls. "Do you notice anything different about me?" she asked
anxiously of them all. Very carefully she turned her head so that the
small knot of hair at the nape of her white neck could be seen. "I am a
real grown-up young person now!" she proudly exclaimed. "I can do up my
hair."

"You are that," Leila agreed in her most gallant Irish manner. "It is
now that we shall have to begin to treat you with proper respect."

"See that you do," retorted Robin. "Right away quick I am going to treat
you folks to luncheon. You must stay. It will be ready in a few minutes.
Come up to my room and we can hold an impromptu reception until the bell
rings. The Silvertonites are all anxious to see you. As sophs we have a
duty to perform. We must try hard to impress my freshman cousin. Do
telephone Ronny, Lucy, Muriel and Vera to come over. You can run 'em
over in your car, Leila, in a jiffy."

"Many thanks for Vera's and my invitation. We can't accept, for we have
a luncheon engagement at Baretti's with two seniors. I must be hurrying
along or I'll be late. I'll send the girls back in my car. Any of them
can drive it."

Leila took hurried farewell of her friends and drove off at top speed.
True to her word, it was not long before her car swung into sight again
driven by Ronny. The three new arrivals were received with the same
heartiness which had been extended to Marjorie and Jerry. By the time
they appeared, Robin's large square room was overflowing with girls.

Once more in the genial atmosphere which always pervaded Silverton Hall,
the petty worries and annoyances of the past week fell away from
Marjorie. She entertained a momentary regret that she had not chosen
Silverton Hall as a residence in the beginning. She and her chums would
have found life so much pleasanter there.

Then the face of kind little Miss Remson rose before her. She realized
how very fond she had grown of the upright, sorely-tried manager. She
reflected, too, that, if the Lookouts had not gone to Wayland Hall to
live, it would have been much harder for Katherine Langly. Neither would
she have