Marjorie Dean, College Senior Part 6

"Do you suppose they were freshmen?" A plump blonde girl with a pleasing face tactfully propounded this question. Anna Perry, the stolid freshman, and Augusta Forbes never agreed on anything. Charlotte Robbins purposed to nip rising argument in the bud if she could.

"No, indeed," Augusta a.s.sured. "The tall one with the black hair is a post graduate. I inquired about her. She rooms three doors up the hall from Flossie and me. I haven't seen the others before. I don't care to again." A glint of wounded pride appeared in her eyes as she made this announcement.

"Why, Gus?" demanded three or four voices.

"Because they are snippy. Didn't you see the disgusted way that one girl in light blue looked at us? Much as to say, 'Oh, those silly freshmen!'

They are all upper cla.s.s girls. I don't admire their manners. They were making fun of us, I'm sure. They have no time for mere freshmen."

"Gus talks as if it were a positive crime to be a freshman in the eyes of the upper cla.s.s students." Calista Wilmot lifted her thin shoulders.

"I've always heard they go by preference rather than cla.s.s in taking up a freshman."

"They do _not_." Augusta seemed determined to oppose her companions.

"The juniors and seniors at college are _awfully_ high and mighty. I have been told that they are _very_ patronizing to the freshmen. They shall not patronize _me_. I won't submit to it. This business of the freshmen having to defer to upper cla.s.s students is all nonsense. I shall a.s.sert myself from the start."

CHAPTER VI-THE REBUFF

"Leila, do you think we should have spoken to those fres.h.i.+es and extended the hand of friends.h.i.+p?" Marjorie inquired half doubtfully as the party, now seven strong, loitered along their way to the Hall. The balminess of the still September night made them reluctant to go indoors.

"Not tonight," Leila rea.s.sured. "Plenty of time for that. Did I rush into your pocket the first time I saw you, Beauty? I did not. Remember Selma, Nella, Vera and I were at Baretti's when you five girls walked in there on your first evening at Hamilton."

"Give us credit. We didn't whoop like a war party of Comanches, did we?"

This from Jerry, who had not yet brought herself to a tolerant view of the noisy party of fres.h.i.+es.

"You did not. We four made more noise than you. That was nothing compared to these Bertramites," Leila's criticism held indulgence.

"You said the tall one and the 'tow-head' were at the Hall. It would not surprise me to find the whole aggregation there. The others may have arrived while we were marching around the campus, making calls on people who were not at home. I see our finish." Jerry groaned loudly. "The majority of the sixteen freshmen Miss Remson spoke of!"

Jerry's surmise proved correct. The same group of girls they had encountered at Baretti's on the previous evening trooped into the dining room the next morning just as the Lookouts were finis.h.i.+ng their breakfast.

"The strangers within our gates," announced Jerry. "It's up to us to remember 'em. What? I'm really growing fond of that 'What?' I can understand why Miss Cairns was so fond of it."

"I think it is a foolish expression," condemned Muriel, her eyes twinkling.

"Then never indulge in it, my dear Miss Harding," cautioned Jerry. "May I venture to inquire what the pleasure of this distinguished company is today?"

"Unpack, if our trunks come," returned Ronny and Marjorie together. "I wish Helen would hurry up and get here," Marjorie continued. "We all ought to go over to Hamilton Arms to see Miss Susanna. I'd not care to go without Helen, though."

"What's a journey without the ninth Traveler?" propounded Ronny. "Have you any idea when she'll be here?"

No one had. At eleven o'clock that morning, however, Jerry signed for a telegram. She hustled up stairs with it to impart the good news that Helen Trent would arrive on the four-ten train from the North. The trunks having been delivered shortly before ten o'clock that morning, unpacking was in full swing.

"We'll all go to the station to meet her," planned Jerry. "Only eight of us can't very well squeeze into Leila's roadster. Four of us will have to go in a taxi."

"I'd better call Kathie on the telephone and tell her and Lillian to be ready," was Marjorie's spoken thought. "Lillian isn't a Traveler, but she ought to be asked to join us. She has been so dear to Kathie and Lucy especially, and to us, too."

"We might as well be the Ten Travelers as the Nine," agreed Jerry. "I'd like Lillian to meet Miss Susanna, wouldn't you?"

"Yes; only we can't take her with us to Hamilton Arms without having first explained all about her and asked permission to bring her."

"I know it. Do you believe our little old Travelers' club is really important enough to leave to Hamilton as a sorority? It was different with the Lookout Club. We were regularly organized with const.i.tution and by-laws, etc. This is very informal; secret, one might almost call it."

"I have thought about that, too," Marjorie replied. "I've also thought we ought to ask Robin and Portia to join-in fact the Silvertonites who have stood by us since our fres.h.i.+e days. There are Ethel Laird and Grace Dearborn, too. They have been devoted to us."

"Don't forget Eva Ingram and Mary Cornell," added Jerry. "They certainly stood by us when we had that row with the Sans during our freshman year."

"I meant to count them in," Marjorie nodded. "Once, this past summer, I made a list of names. There were nineteen, counting the original nine of us. I didn't count Phil or Anna Towne or Barbara Severn. They are still to come. If we leave the club as a sorority to the next senior cla.s.s, they will be the first girls chosen."

"The Nineteen Travelers." Jerry critically tried out the t.i.tle. "That sounds as well as the Nine Travelers. I don't know but better."

"We really need the whole nineteen if we are really going to accomplish laying a foundation for a dormitory," was Marjorie's energetic declaration. "I mean that figuratively. If we manage to get the site for a dormitory this year we'll have done well. We don't even know whether those boarding house properties are for sale."

"If they aren't, we might find another site, even better. There is plenty of open ground below them."

"Yes; but it belongs to the Carden Estate and isn't for sale. I asked Miss Susanna about it last June. She knows all about the land near the college and Hamilton Estates. She explained to me the reason for that row of houses along that little street. You know we wondered why they were there."

"It always looked to me as though a couple of city blocks of third rate houses had been picked up and dumped down just outside the campus limits for no particular reason," was Jerry's view of it.

"Well, there's a reason," smiled Marjorie. "The workmen who built Hamilton College lived in those houses while the work was in progress.

It took almost five years to build our Alma Mater, Jeremiah. By the workmen, I mean the foremen and more important of the builders. I don't know where the laborers lived. In the town of Hamilton, I presume. Those houses were considered very sizable and comfortable in Mr. Brooke Hamilton's day, Miss Susanna said."

As the two busied themselves with their unpacking, they continued to talk over the project of enlarging their little circle to nineteen members. Until their particular allies had returned to Hamilton nothing could be done.

"Wait until college has opened, then I'll call a meeting. We'd best have it in Leila's and Vera's room. It is larger than ours. Between you and me, Jeremiah, what ought we to do about the fres.h.i.+es?" Marjorie straightened from her trunk, her arms full of wearing apparel, and stared dubiously at Jerry.

"What?" This time the e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n came involuntarily. On her knees before her trunk, Jerry's head and plump shoulders had been temporarily eclipsed, as she dived into the trunk to fish up the few remaining articles at the bottom. "Oh, yes, I got you." Jerry had comprehended a second after Marjorie had spoken.

"What you said at breakfast about the strangers being well within our gates, made me feel that we ought to begin to try to get acquainted with them. We promised Miss Remson to help them get settled, if we could. I don't mind their being noisy." Marjorie paused.

Jerry eyed her quizzically. "You think they are too much like the Sans to be a positive comfort around the house, now don't you?"

"They seemed a little that way to me," Marjorie admitted. "The Sans were older by a year or two than these girls when they entered Hamilton.

These fres.h.i.+es are very juvenile acting."

"They acted last night as though they didn't care a b.u.t.ton whether they met anyone else or not. A sufficient-unto-themselves crowd, you know.

Still, if we hold off from them, they may feel that we are puffed up over our senior estate. The best way, I guess, is to cultivate them. We can be friendly, but a trifle on our dignity at the same time."

"We'll probably meet them in the halls and on the veranda during the next day or so. That will start the ball rolling. I'd rather not make any calls until I've had one or two chance encounters with some of them.

Being on station duty is different. It is a detail."

"I hate to b.u.t.t into a stranger's room, fres.h.i.+e or no fres.h.i.+e," Jerry agreed. "You know how we felt when the three Sans came to call before we had hardly taken off our hats."

In spite of Marjorie's ever ready willingness to be of service when needed, she still retained a certain amount of shyness which had been hers as a child.

"I am not afraid of being snubbed by these lively fres.h.i.+e children," she presently said, with a trace of humor. "I don't care to intrude on them unless I am truly sure they want to know us."