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It was a sore point, however, among a number of freshmen who had voted for Miss Walbert that the sophomores had passed them by for mere off-the-campus students. It served as a quiet lesson by which a few of them afterward profited. Eager to regain her lost laurels, Natalie Weyman was insistent that Lola and Alida should ask the entertainment committee to give another Beauty contest.
"Of course I remember you. Strange I can't recall your name. I met you at the Newport tournament and afterward at Mrs. Barry Symonds' dance. Are you going to enter Hamilton? So pleased, I am sure. Won't you join our party? You seem to be er well out of your proper element." Joan added this with insulting intent. Marjorie had stepped back as Miss Walbert had stepped forward.
This was not in the least to Natalie Weyman's liking. Her own car having arrived, she was obliged to drive it. She had not emerged from her cloud of resentment against the officious Miss Walbert, nor was she likely to. Meanwhile the faithful little committee, truly devoted to freshman welfare, was blissfully unaware that their duties were about to be snatched from them by the predatory Sans.
You might as well have been ten miles away. I trilled but you didn't hear me. I'll bet that election will be a brisk and busy affair." "I didn't hear you trill. I saw you just as I started up the walk. I hear Phil has quite strong support. It would be great if she'd win after all the fuss the Sans have made over Miss Walbert." "She says she won't," was Jerry's disappointing reply.
Next instant Jerry had joined them and was introducing Miss Towne, of Omaha, Nebraska, as the stranger had shyly declared herself. Amidst the crowd of dainty, white-gowned girls, she looked not unlike a dingy little brown wren. Miss Walbert eyed her with growing disapproval and gave her a perfunctory nod of the head.
She is a dear. She is so full of fun. I like her frank, boyish ways. Leila told me today that the Sans are planning some kind of party for the freshmen. She heard it somewhere on the campus. I don't know who told her." "That is to taffy the freshmen so they will vote for Miss Walbert," was Jerry's instant uncharitable conclusion. "They haven't held their class election yet.
Between trains they have hung around the Ivy and that other tea shop just below it. I don't recall the name. It opened only last week." "The Lotus," supplied Jerry. "The funny part of it is the way Miss Cairns has marched that Miss Walbert around with her. They seem to be very chummy. "Leslie Cairns is trying to popularize Miss Walbert with the freshmen.
She banged her dessert spoon on the table with a vicious clang and thrust her chin forward. "Probably you haven't, Miss Jealousy," she sneered. "I fail to see anything simple about Miss Walbert. She has three times as much sense as certain persons I could name." "Meaning me, I suppose." Natalie's tone was equally sneering.
She could hardly have conceived of a more disagreeable situation. Miss Walbert, however, was quite in her element. She had done precisely what she had intended to do. "Excuse me, I must really speak to my friends. I'll probably go on to the college with them. Thank you so much." With this Miss Walbert stepped hurriedly forward and addressed Joan Myers. "How do you do?
"Yes, it is Miss Walbert." Marjorie instantly identified the fickle freshman. "You never said a word to any of us about what happened the other day except that she knew Miss Myers and left you," Jerry said. "I meant to ask you about her afterward and I forgot it. Was she snippy with you?" "No-o; not exactly snippy." A faint smile rose to Marjorie's lips. "She wasn't satisfied to stay with us.
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