howing him, I'm willing to resign my
place. Anybody who is willing to do the 'freeze-out' act, I mean. I
don't think it will be easy. He has a way of laughing that makes other
people laugh. You couldn't be mean to him if you tried."

Already, Judy had unconsciously set herself the task of protecting Mr.
James Lufton from the fate planned for Miss Slammer.

"Aren't we to listen in cold silence when he makes his speech?" asked a
girl.

"Of course," put in Margaret, "you couldn't listen in any other way to a
speech against suffrage. I shan't applaud him, I know. If he represents
Miss Slammer, like as not he shares her views about college girls, too,
and is just as deserving as she is to a polite 'freeze-out.'"

"It was a mad scheme from the first," put in Katherine Williams. "I
never did approve of it. I don't imagine such a subtle revenge would
have had the slightest effect on Miss Slammer."

"We intend to have our revenge," cried a dozen voices, followers of
Margaret.

In the midst of the hot argument that followed this statement, Judy
hurried off to Beta Phi House to eat her share of the fine breakfast
some of the girls there had undertaken to give to the enemy of women's
colleges. She felt that things looked pretty black for Mr. James Lufton.
Running upstairs to Adele Windsor's rooms, she knocked on the door
impatiently. It was quite two minutes before it was cautiously opened
by Adele, whose face looked flushed and there were two white dents at
the corners of her mouth.

"I heard she didn't come," Adele began, without waiting for Judy to
speak. "Let's go down to breakfast. We're late as it is." She closed the
door with a slam and pushed Judy in front of her toward the stairs.

"By the way, did a visitor find you?" asked Judy. "She inquired where
you lived at the station."

"Oh, yes. Just a woman--on business. About some clothes," she added
carelessly. "Dressmakers are dreadful nuisances sometimes."

Judy said nothing, but it occurred to her that Adele must be a very good
customer for a dressmaker to come all the way to Wellington to consult
her.

While the Beta Phi girls and their guests were breakfasting in the
paneled dining-room, the little woman in shabby black came softly out of
Adele's rooms and tiptoed downstairs. Under cover of the noise of
laughter and talk she opened the front door and went out. Jimmy Lufton
saw her later at the inn in the village where she had coffee and toast
and inquired the