luggage.

"How very sad to see two Hamiltonites so utterly lacking in college
spirit." Veronica Lynne simulated pained surprise.

"Yes; isn't it?" retorted Jerry. "Whose fault is it that Muriel and I
haven't last year's trusting faith in reception committees? Recall how
we stood on the station platform like a flock of dummies with no one to
bid us the time of day or say a kind word to us. No wonder my love for
the Sans is a minus quantity."

"You aren't following your own advice," calmly criticized Lucy Warner.
"You said 'Forget the Sans' and went right on talking about them."

"'And thou, too, Brutus!'" Jerry dramatically struck her hand to her
forehead. "It is getting to the point where one can't say a single word
around here without being called to account for it. This distressing
state of affairs must stop." She frowned portentously at Lucy, who
merely giggled. "You may blame Ronny for egging me on to further cutting
remarks about the Sans. I was prepared to forget them until she
undertook to call Muriel and I down. Then I simply had to defend our
position."

"What position?" innocently queried Ronny. "I was not aware that you and
Muriel----"

"The train has stopped. Didn't you know it?" was Marjorie's amused
interruption. "Stop squabbling and come along." She was already in the
aisle and impatient to be on the move. "Helen Trent is out on the
platform, Jeremiah. I just caught a glimpse of her. I hope Leila and
Vera are out there, too. Let me assist you into the aisle." Marjorie
playfully gripped Jerry's arm in a vain effort to draw her to her feet.

"Thank you. I can assist myself. I am not yet aged enough to require
your services. You may carry my suitcase, if you like. It's as heavy as
lead."

"Charmed, but unfortunately I have one to carry equally heavy," Marjorie
hastily declined. "I only offered to haul you up from the seat. My offer
didn't include luggage carrying."

"You are a fake." Jerry rose and prepared to follow Marjorie down the
aisle. As she went she peered anxiously out of the car windows for a
first glimpse of her particular friend, Helen Trent.

The eyes of the other four Lookouts were also turned eagerly toward the
station platform in search of their Hamilton friends.

A year had elapsed since first the Five Travelers, as the quintette of
Sanford girls had named themselves, had set foot in the Country of
College. Each was recalling now how very strangely she had felt on first
glimps