Marjorie Dean College Freshman

g vacations, but this summer I've missed her more than ever. I'm simply starved for a sight of he

fashion, watching a very wet outdoors. All morning, the rain had been beating down with a sullen persistency which Marjorie found distinctly disheartening. She was as near to having a case of the blues

ir summer outings. Susan Atwell, Irma Linton, Muriel Harding, Constance Stevens, Jerry Macy-all were missing from the

by the rain too. It seemed rather queer to her that she should be the only one of the sextette of girls, who had founded the Lookout Club, to be spendin

t at Sanford High School. They have seen her through both sad and happy days, the events of which have been chronicled in "Marjorie Dean, H

gusted energy indicated her patent disappointment. Her red lips drooped in dejection as she saw the unfeeling object of he

tter," mourned the watcher.

eutenant?" Mrs. Dean had entered the r

en last I heard from Jerry. Why, it's almost two weeks. She wrote me it was awfull

with this question. Her downc

n up to my house and get Jerry's last

ean sat down in her own particular wicker r

he stairs proclaimed that Marjorie had gone to her "house," as

from above stairs. "Have you seen a square gray envelope wit

me the reassuring information. "You le

Marjorie was heard making a

d her letter. "I was afraid I had left it in the table drawer in the pagoda. If I had, that wou

mmer at home has really been best for you. While there is no place I know more comfortable than our own home, the change

hat we didn't go away this vacation. I said I had rather stay at home. We didn't care to go anywhere for an outing without General, a

r's chair now, soft hands patting t

e came to Sanford to live I have had one long succession of good times. Most of them have taken me away from

hese good times with your school friends," reasoned her mother

rie. "I know I haven't appreciated you half so highly as I ought. It all comes over me now

gun to quiver. Her two hands dropped inert to her captain's shoulde

siness trips. This in the warm shelter of her mother's devotion. But to part from Captain! Not to see her every day; not to hear her beloved voice! Marjorie sometimes tried to dwell on this sad feature of entering colleg

little lieutenant had struggled hard to keep back her tears, but had failed. Without a word she