.

"Be calm," replied Jerry, with a reassuring grin. "It is only five
minutes to seven. I was wondering whether I could let you sleep fifteen
minutes more. I'd decided to call you when you woke of your own
accord."

"I'd rather be up." Marjorie arose with her customary energy and reached
for her negligee. "I have a lot to do today. Our trunks will be here by
noon, I hope. I want to unpack and be all straightened out before the
five o'clock train. Leila and Vera are anxious for us to go with them to
meet it. We ought to meet it at any rate. We are both on the sophomore
committee for welcoming freshies."

Marjorie made this reminder with open satisfaction. During Commencement
week, the previous June, the sophomore class elect had gathered for a
special meeting. Its object had been to discuss ways and means of
helping entering freshmen at the re-opening of college in the fall.
Marjorie and Jerry had been appointed to it as Wayland Hall
representatives, together with two students from Acasia House and three
from Silverton Hall.

"I imagine we are the only ones on that committee who have come back to
Hamilton," Marjorie continued. "Oh, no; Ethel Laird is on it. Let me
see. Grace Dearborn was the other Acasia House girl appointed. Blanche
Scott, Elaine Hunter and Miss Peyton were the three from Silverton Hall.
Ronny said none of them had returned."

"I am almost sorry I did not make arrangements to have a car here this
year." Jerry looked slightly regretful. "It would come in handy now.
Still, I believe it is more democratic to do without one. Besides, I
ought to walk rather than ride. It keeps my weight down. There is Ronny.
She could have a dozen cars here if she wanted them. She won't have one.
She is a real democrat, isn't she?"

Marjorie nodded. "She is the most unassuming very rich girl I have ever
known. I think if the Sans really knew her circumstances they would try
to take her up, even after what happened last spring."

"They would give it up as too hard a job about five minutes after Ronny
found out what they were trying to do," predicted Jerry. "I have an idea
that the Sans think we don't amount to much financially. My father is
worth a whole lot of money, yet it's not generally known in Sanford. He
never tried to keep it a secret, but you see we have never gone in for
anything but the quiet family life. So people don't think much about us,
except that we are old Sanford residents."

"That is a fine way