Marjorie Dean Macy

sitting room which was a part of hers and Jerry’s luxurious quarters at Hamilton Arms. She paused, casting an inte

ou think you feel,” was Jerry’s opi

or for a last critical inspection. She thought she made a really unobtrusi

frock with the black fur bands,” Jerry grumbl

ean from the situation as thoroughly as I can. I wish Prexy’s interest to be all for 79Leslie. The color of my new dre

so. True beauty cannot be hidden.” Jerry rose in a declamatory attitude, one

cidentally knocked Marjorie’s hat off. “Now see what you’ve done.” Laughing, Marjorie straightened a dent in her litt

Whatever you say to him will be the best thing that could possibly be

said Prexy would surely be at the house after four today. It’s a quarter to fou

t this minute. It’s to Hal. Any messages,”

he tripped down the broad staircase and into the library where Miss Susanna Hamilton sat at

laid down the leaf in her hand and turned her keen dark eyes smilingly upon Marjorie. “What a plain little dress!

rjorie came over to Miss Hamilton. She bent and kissed the old lady’s pink cheek. “Please don’t be lonely without us

Jerry this evening,” chuckled Miss Susanna. “Think what an o

n pretended offense. Half way across the li

er-minded than most presidents of colleges that I have known. And I have known a good many of them. They are all alike in their deep disapproval of particularly lawle

e back and kissed Miss Susanna again, saying: “Wish me good fortu

iss Susanna watched the trim little figure

aused her to forget her errand in fervent Nature worship. Overhead the sun’s golden gleams filtered down from skies of palest blue between snatches of drifting, snowy clouds. The sweeping lawns and gardens of the Estates were bright with scarlet sage, dah

” She entered the east gates and followed the drive for a little way, then left it to travel straight across th

r the very good reason that he had not returned to Hamilton campus from the sea shore until Tuesday of that week. It was now Thursday. The next day, Friday, would see the return of Katherine Langly and Lillian Wenderblatt to the campus. There was to be

step of the front veranda, waving an arm at an expressman coming up the walk with a heavy-looking trunk. In front of Silverton Hall three girls were emerging from a taxicab. Marjorie stopped to stare at them. No; they were not Phyllis Moore, Barbara Severn and

oyant interest in the campus receded and was replaced by the graver import of her errand. She hoped she woul

beating uncomfortably fast. She had a strong inclination to turn and run away. She did not dr