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"Yes; it is President Matthews' signature; unmistakably his," answered Miss Remson. "I am satisfied Doctor Matthews wrote the letter. It is written much as he would write if he were thoroughly annoyed. Neither Miss Myers nor her friends could write it. You spoke of there being more to this than appears on the surface, Miss Dean. Pardon me for disagreeing. I hardly think so."
Despite the seriousness of the occasion, Muriel could not refrain from venturing this pleasantry. "You needn't make fun of me." Lucy laughed with the others. "It won't do any harm, at least, to view her from afar." "I thank you all for your interest in me and for your promise." Miss Remson surveyed the group of youthful sympathizers through a slight mist.
"There are few faces at Hamilton which I don't know," Leila assured. "Behave well and stick to me and I'll promise you will not do anything foolish. I can pick a freshie from afar off." "Miss Remson told me yesterday that she understood there were one hundred and ten freshmen applications this year," said Katherine. "We are to have three freshies at Wayland Hall."
Some man, please some doctor. Is there one here?" "Some of the servants ill?" asked Mrs. Reeves, kindly. "Doctor Remson, will you come?" The pleasant-faced capable-looking woman paused only until Doctor Remson joined her, and the two went into the hall, the waiter following slowly. In a moment I heard a shriek, a wild scream.
"Be with you in a minute," Leila informed them. "I've something to report, Lieutenant." This directly to Marjorie. During the Easter visit she and Vera had made Marjorie, she had taken delightedly to the army idea as carried out by the Deans. Afterward she frequently addressed Marjorie as "Lieutenant." "I know what it is," promptly returned Jerry. "So have we. We just saw Miss Remson.
Presently the Five Travelers and Katherine trooped down the wide stairway to breakfast, their bright, youthful faces and clear, laughing tones lending new life to staid Wayland Hall. At the foot of the stairway they met Miss Remson and hailed her with a concerted "Good morning." Her small, shrewd eyes softened, as she received the gay salute with a smile and returned it.
It had been Brooke Hamilton's favorite house. Miss Remson had once told her this. In spite of the difficulties the Lookouts had encountered at the Hall, Marjorie wondered if, perhaps, they had not gravitated to it for some beneficient, hidden purpose which only time might reveal. As Vera had predicted, Saturday brought to Hamilton a goodly number of freshmen.
If they are rather subdued and fairly civil, for them, then they only made a daring bluff and are not sure, up to date, whether their suspicion was correct." "Great head!" laughingly complimented Jerry. "There is nothing the mater with Helen's reasoning powers." Miss Remson nodded slowly as she considered Helen's words. "That is very likely the way it will be," she said.
"The door is closed, Miss Remson." Having complied with the manager's request, Helen seated herself beside Jerry on a wide walnut bench which took up almost a side of the room. "Thank you.
After they made the trouble for you, she declared she would not let them come back if she could help it." "I know." Marjorie was silent for a moment. "I had a talk with Miss Remson in June, just before college closed," she said slowly. "I asked her not to make a complaint to President Matthews on my account. I told her it would not make any difference to me if they stayed at the Hall.
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