somewhat at being addressed by a
strange young man.

"She couldn't come, and I came down as a substitute," he went on,
handing her the note hastily dashed off by the intrepid Beatrice.

Judy's eyes only half took in the words of the note. She read it
silently and passed it on to the rest of the delegation.

"A man!" she thought. "Now, isn't that too much? Everything is ruined.
We can't teach Miss Slammer a lesson in politeness through a proxy."

"I hope it's all right," Jimmy began, watching Judy's face with
undisguised admiration.

"Oh, yes," she answered hastily. "We are very glad to see you, Mr.
Slammer----"

Jimmy broke into his inimitable laugh.

"My name is Lufton," he said, and the mistake seemed so funny that Judy
laughed, too, and everybody felt more at ease immediately.

"We were to have had you up to breakfast--I mean Miss Slammer," Judy
stammered.

"I'll get something--er somewhere," said Jimmy in a reassuring tone.

"There's an inn in Wellington village," suggested one of the girls.

"Miss Slammer was scheduled to speak at three o'clock this afternoon,"
began Judy.

"And am I banished to the village all that time?" Jimmy broke in. "You
don't bar men from the grounds, do you? I'd like to look around the
place a little."

"No, indeed. This isn't a convent. If you will come up to the Quadrangle
after breakfast, we'll be delighted to show you the buildings and the
cloisters--whatever would interest you."

"Thanks, awfully," said Jimmy, and presently they watched him stroll off
up the road to the village, whistling as gaily as a schoolboy.

There were scores of faces at the windows of the Quadrangle when the
special 'bus drew up at the archway.

"She didn't come," Judy called to a group of girls lingering in the
tower room. "A man came."

"Young or old?" cried half a dozen voices.

"Young and passing fair," said Jessie.

"Passing dark, you mean. He had black hair."

"But where is old Miss Slammer?" demanded Edith Williams.

"Old Miss Slammer was afraid to face the music, I suppose. Anyway, she
sent Mr. James Lufton down to take her place and he is at present
breakfasting in the village."

"Somehow, all the sweetness has gone out of revenge!" exclaimed Edith.
"I foresee that nobody will be willing to practice the 'freeze-out' on
an innocent man, passing fair, if he is a substitute."

"Well, he's coming up this morning to be shown around college. If any
one wants to take the job of s