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Randolph ever got over it."

"She didn't," said Lulu. "Dr. Randolph says it nearly killed her, and
even now she can't bear to speak of it, but she doesn't think it right
to sadden her son's life, and so she is always bright and cheerful. If I
ever write a book I shall make my heroine just that sort of person."

At this moment Beverly, who had gone to speak to some friends at another
table, joined the party, and the subject of his family was dropped. The
luncheon was a very merry one. They were a large party, for besides
Lulu's father and mother and the three girls, there were a couple of
Yale students, friends of the Bells, and everybody seemed in excellent
spirits. Marjorie felt a little shy at first, but soon thawed under the
genial atmosphere, and before the meal was over she was chatting and
laughing as merrily as any of the others.

"Isn't Marjorie a nice girl?" whispered Winifred to Lulu, as they were
leaving the restaurant. "I'm so glad she got the chance to come, but I
do wonder what Elsie will say."

It seemed to Marjorie that the next three hours must be the most
exciting period of her life. To most girls a college football game is
looked upon as a rather important event, but to Marjorie, fresh from her
Arizona home, it was an experience never to be forgotten. It was on the
whole a peaceful game, and there were no serious accidents to mar the
general enjoyment and as the sun continued to shine, and the day was
comfortably warm, there were not even the usual discomforts of weather
to be endured. Marjorie and her friends were about equally divided in
their championship; Lulu, Winifred and Gertie being for Yale, while
Beverly and Marjorie herself favored Harvard, and joined in the cheers
and rejoicing when the "Crimson" at last carried off the honors of the
day, although Yale ran so close behind that at one time fears had been
entertained that the game would be a tie.

"Are you tired, Marjorie?" Beverly asked, as they were making their way
through the dense throng to the waiting motor-car.

"I don't know whether I am or not," said Marjorie, laughing. "It has
all been so wonderful, and I don't feel as if I could quite realize it
yet. Oh, there they are!"

"Who?" demanded Beverly, looking round in surprise. "Oh, I see, your
aunt and cousin--do you want to speak to them?"

"Yes, of course I do; they'll be so surprised. Why, Elsie is staring at
me as if she didn't know me."

To say that Mrs. Carleton and