wo girls who had come to Seddon Hall the year
before. Betty followed them.

"Everybody here?" she asked. "Don't you think we'd better elect officers
first off? Then some one will be able to start things. Here's some
paper," she added, tearing off sheets and passing them around.

But things were not to run so smoothly. One of the Dorothys rose to
protest.

"Don't you think it would be more formal if we held a real meeting in
one of the classrooms with Mrs. Baird there," she said. "Then we could
have a ballot box and do the thing properly."

Polly and Lois exchanged glances. The Dorothys had always been
dissenting voices ever since Freshman days.

Betty tore her hair in secret behind the wardrobe.

It was Angela's slow drawl that settled the question.

"It would be more formal," she agreed, "but what would be the use? Mrs.
Baird is much too busy to come, the classrooms are always stuffy after
school and besides, we couldn't take the jam along, it's against the
rules."

Mildred and Evelin, who had been rather inclined to favor the Dorothys,
were won over by this and the point was carried.

The meeting stayed where it was and the vote was cast. Lois was elected
President; Angela, Treasurer; Betty, Editor of the school paper; and
Polly, Secretary. When the congratulations were over they started with
their plans for the welcome dance.

"Do let's have it different," beseeched Betty. "Last year it was awful.
All the new girls cried and there wasn't enough ice cream."

"How can we make it different? There's nothing to do but dance." Dot
Mead protested. She was not altogether happy over the election.

"Let's make more of a feature of the new girls," Mildred said shyly.
"Last year I know Evelin and I felt awfully out of it. Couldn't we--"

"You've hit the nail on the head," Polly exclaimed. "We'll find some new
idea of doing things so that the new girls will really feel it's their
dance. Everybody think."

While these preparations were going on in the Senior Alley--another
meeting, less important in character, but equally heated as to
discussion, was raging in Freshman Lane.

Jane Ramsey, who had been at Seddon Hall for three years in the lower
school and had at last reached the dignity of Freshman, was giving an
admiring group of new girls some advice.

There were five of them, Catherine and Helen Clay, two
sisters--Catherine a Freshman and Helen a Sophomore, Winifred Hayes,
another Sophomore, and Phylis Guile