"I can't be sorry it happened now," Marjorie said happily. "It brought me my Miss Archer. Besides it is a real victory. We have shown those trouble makers, thanks to Ronny, first of all, that we are not going to be talked about at their pleasure."

"They certainly slid out of here in a hurry," commented Jerry. "They didn't dare stay."

"They did not," agreed Leila. "They will not be bothering us for some time to come. They will have to hunt well for trouble. Now, with spring here, they will be motoring and forgetting us for awhile. Do not believe they are done forever. Leslie Cairns will try again if she sees her chance. We may not see much of them the rest of this year, but look out for them as juniors. The poor, simple earth will not hold them."

"Really, I don't know where the year has gone," sighed Muriel Harding.

"We are almost into the spring term and it seems to me that I haven't been here but a few weeks. We were going to try to find out a lot about the founder of this college, Brooke Hamilton. Have any of you ever looked up his history outside of what it says of him in the college bulletin?"

"I tried to find more about him at the library, but the librarian said there wasn't a single thing about him there that was of any importance.

He didn't appear in books, I suppose, because he was a private gentleman. I would love to go to Hamilton Arms some time. His private library is there, they say, just as it was in his time. If we were allowed to look through it, we might find out a little about him from his collection of books. His tastes and so on, I mean." Marjorie spoke with the eagerness she always betrayed when on the subject of Brooke Hamilton. Never in a student had the departed philanthropist possessed a more generous admirer.

"If that is your heart's desire, I will be the one to tell you it is not easily obtained. A niece of his, a very old lady, lives there. She will see no one. She is not in sympathy with the college. They say she has no liking for girls," was Leila's dampening information.

"Then there is no use in sighing for the unattainable," smiled Marjorie.

"Oh, well, I can keep on admiring his traditions, anyway, and help, as much as I can, to keep them green at Hamilton."

When the little feast of rejoicing was over and the Loyalites, as Leila named the partic.i.p.ants, had sought their rooms, Marjorie's earnest words, "and help, as much as I can, to keep them green at Hamilton,"

rang in their ears. Each vowed in her heart to do likewise.

How Marjorie left her freshman estate behind, and traveled on into the broader realm of the soph.o.m.ore, will be narrated in "Marjorie Dean, College Soph.o.m.ore."

THE END.