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Its object was social and for self-improvement simply. "And so let's find a name that doesn't sound bigger than we are," said Sarah. "The Forward Club sounds very solid and is quite literary, I understand. What those Upedes stand for except raising particular Sam Hill, as my grandmother would say, I don't know. What do you say, Ruth Fielding? It's your idea, and you ought to christen it."
She was so much taken with their new friends and the Upedes in general that she went right into the room occupied by Mary Cox and her chums, without a word to Ruth, and the latter followed with Heavy, perforce. The windows of the "quartette" looked out upon the campus.
She was a Junior and already Helen had found she belonged to the F. C.'s. "I guess most of the stiff and starched ones belong to that Forward Club," whispered Helen to her chum. "But the jolly ones are Upedes." "We'll wait and see," advised Ruth. Supper was over then and the girls all rose and strolled out of the room in parties.
She immediately decided that these girls who had come to haze them were the very Juniors who had been so nice to them that evening "The Fox" and her fellow-members of the Upedes. But Ruth was more interested just then in the manner in which Helen was going to take her sudden awakening. Fortunately her chum seemed quite prepared for the visitation.
"I suppose if we freshmen stick together we'll have a better time, after all," she agreed. As the time for the appearance of the stage drew near, approximately half the school was gathered to see the Infants disembark from Old Dolliver's Ark. Mary Cox arranged her Upedes on one side of the path and they began to sing: "Uncle Noah, he drove an Ark One wide river to cross!
But she said, too: "That is the way it has struck me, Helen. And I wondered if you did not see her attention in the same light, also." "Why, she hasn't asked us to join the Upedes," said Helen. "I know. And neither has Miss Steele " "You seem to have taken a great fancy to that Madge Steele," interrupted Helen, sharply. "I think she is nice looking and she was very polite," said Ruth, quietly.
Miss Polk and Madge Steele were not the only Seniors who showed the chums some attention, either; and Ruth and Helen began secretly to count the little buttons marked "F. C." which they saw, as compared with the few stars bearing the intertwined "U" and "D" of the Upedes. The friends heard that the last named association was governed by the Preceptress and teachers almost entirely.
"Oh, she's foxy, all right," said this rather slangy young lady. "She will beat the Fussy Curls every time. She's President of the Upedes, you know." Ruth was still troubled, and she hastened to say: "You know, we haven't been asked to join the club, Miss Stone. And my chum and I are not sure that we wish to join any of the school clubs at first. We we want to look around us, you know."
Ruth thought, probably, from her tone of voice, that Helen had heard some of her friends among the Upedes already apply that term to her, Ruth. But she said nothing only shook her head. However, the girl from the Red Mill did her best to dodge any subject in the future that she thought might cause Helen to compare her unfavorably with the girls next door.
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