rogress could devise. Marjorie hailed her chemistry
hours with the keenest pleasure.

The other four Lookouts were hardly less occupied than herself in
arranging their college affairs for the fall term. With a year of
college behind them it was much easier to buckle down to study and enjoy
it than it had been when they had first entered Hamilton. Girl-like,
they loved the good times college offered, yet they were as quick to
appreciate the rare educational advantages Hamilton afforded and make
the most of them. The average college girl takes the utmost pride in
keeping to the fore in her studies. In this the Lookouts were no
exception.

Not forgetting their pledge to get acquainted speedily with the freshmen
in their own house, the Lookouts found themselves completely blocked in
their well-meant design by the Sans. To begin with, there were only four
freshmen at Wayland Hall. These the Sans completely monopolized. As yet,
no one at the Hall outside the Sans had a speaking acquaintance with
them.

Silverton Hall was also at a disadvantage by reason of the few vacancies
there. It had been almost entirely a freshman house the previous year.
It was now practically sophomore. A few girls, having made changes on
account of friends in other houses, there had been eight vacancies and
no more. Phyllis Moore had been fortunate enough to secure board there.
The seven other freshmen had turned out to be delightful girls with no
snobbish notions. Seven democrats in a class of one hundred ten, with
the politics of the other hundred and two doubtful, did not point to a
speedy election of Phyllis to the freshman presidency.

"We might as well give up boosting Phil as a hopeless job," Jerry
remarked to Marjorie one evening, as the two girls were putting away
their books preparatory to retiring. Both made it a rule not to talk
over outside matters until next day's recitations had been prepared. "It
is two weeks since we planned the fateful boost and none of us have made
much headway."

"I know it." Marjorie looked up regretfully from the scattered sheets of
the finished theme which she was collecting. "The trouble is, so many of
the freshies are at Alston Terrace. Acasia House has about twenty. Ethel
Laird says they are a fairly affable set, but Miss Burton and Miss
Elster are doing their best to spoil them. There are as many as
twenty-five freshies off the campus entirely. Miss Humphrey told me
that. There were twelve registration