Marjorie had fully intended to fathom the mystery of the two freshmen's
apparent grudge against Jerry and herself without delay. Pressure of
college affairs, social and scholastic, prevented the solving of the
annoying problem. The return of the Silvertonites kept the Ten Travelers
constantly traveling back and forth between Wayland and Silverton Halls.
With the return of Phyllis Moore, the Moore Symphony Orchestra made
itself heard about the campus on moonlight evenings. Almost every night
for a week serenading went on.
During the days the two sets of girls took turns doing station duty. The
freshman class was larger than ever before. One hundred and forty-three
freshmen were registered. Every available room in the campus houses had
been taken and a few boarding houses off the campus were well filled.
"It seems too bad we don't know our own freshies as well as we know some
of the others," deplored Marjorie one evening about two weeks after the
opening of college. "I have hardly seen those two girls, Miss Wilmot and
Miss Robbins, since the morning Ronny and I talked to them on the
campus. One can't count seeing them at meals, because, then, they're too
far away to talk with. I went down to call on them twice. Once, they
weren't there, and the other time they had a 'Busy' sign up."
"I haven't been near them. I suppose I should have made a call, but I
was anxious for you to break the ice. I am a timid little thing, you
know," Jerry ended with a chuckle.
"Well, I shall make a third attempt this evening," decided Marjorie.
"Phil says the sophs are talking about giving the frolic earlier this
year. There are so many freshies the sophs think they ought to hurry and
make them feel at home. That means some of the juniors and seniors to
the rescue. The sophs are in the minority again."
"Shall you play escort?" asked Jerry. "If you do, then I'm in for it,
too. 'Whither thou goest.' You get me?"
"Yes, I get you. I'll do escort duty if I'm asked."
"You'll be asked, all right enough," Jerry predicted. "Do you need me to
help you make calls this evening?"
"I wish you would go. You haven't met Miss Wilmot or Miss Robbins yet.
We will go and see them soon after dinner. I have a hard Philology
lesson ahead of me this evening and must study. So we mustn't stay
long."
"I notice Miss Walbert is very chummy with that last lot of freshies who
came here," observed Jerry. "Funny, the freshies here are divided into
two crowds. There's that first crowd of twelve. The other six, the ones
who seem to admire Miss Walbert, are another close corporation. Neither
crowd appears to exchange much friendliness. It's a case of once we used
to be snobbish at Wayland Hall, but now we're clannish. Our own gang is
just about as clannish as the others. That ain't no way to be sociable,
is it?"
"No, it ain't," laughed Marjorie, repeating Jerry's intentional lapse
from correct English. "We'll have to see what we can do toward
amendment."
Shortly after dinner that evening, Marjorie and Jerry paused before Room
Number 20. Marjorie rapped lightly. Sound of voices from within
proclaimed the fact that the two freshmen were at home.
"Why, good evening," Charlotte Robbins greeted the pair with apparent
surprise. "Won't you come in? We--we thought you had forgotten us," she
added, flushing a little.
"I have been here twice before." Marjorie went on to explain the
non-success of her former calls. "I preferred not to bother you when you
were with your friends. I have brought my room-mate, Miss Macy, with
me." She introduced Jerry and the two girls accepted the chairs politely
offered them. Marjorie sensed a subtle change from the former friendly
attitude the freshmen had exhibited on the campus that morning.
Jerry was distinctly ill at ease, though she strove to be placidly
agreeable. She was mentally ticketing their call as a "freeze-out." She
had already vowed within herself that this should be her last effort to
cultivate this particular crowd of freshmen.
Marjorie, meanwhile, was trying to make pleasant headway against an
intangible barrier. It had not been there on that first sunny morning of
acquaintance.
In the midst of a lukewarm conversation concerning college matters, the
door was suddenly flung open. A tall girl in a baby-blue silk kimono
breezed in. She was well over the threshold before she took in the
situation. With an "Oh, excuse me! Didn't know you had company," she
bolted. The sarcastic emphasis on the word "company" brought a flush to
the faces of the guests.
"Please don't mind Gussie," apologized Calista, looking vexed. "She has
a habit of bolting in and out like a young hurricane. We are used to
her. She is a fine girl, but sometimes she--" Calista broke off in
confusion.
There was an embarrassing moment of silence, shattered by Marjorie's
clear purposeful tones.
"Since you have mentioned your friend, I should like to ask you if you
know her grievance against us. We, Miss Macy and I, have thought she
must have one. The way she spoke just now confirms it. We know of no
reason for it. It is too bad. We have the very kindliest feeling toward
the Bertram freshies."
"There; what did I tell you?" Instead of answering Marjorie, Calista
turned in triumph to Charlotte.
Charlotte nodded. "I think we had best tell Miss Dean the whole thing,"
she declared. "You go ahead, Cally. I'll put in the Selahs at the
appropriate moments."
"I will, and glad to get it off my chest." Calista breathed a long sigh.
"First, please tell me, did you say anything against us, Augusta Forbes
in particular, on the evening at Baretti's. Augusta's the girl who was
just here."
"We spoke of you and the noise you were making, but only in amusement,"
Marjorie returned with candor.
"Gus declares you were making fun of her as you walked toward the door.
She says Miss Macy said something about her that made you all laugh."
Calista regarded Marjorie searchingly as though to plumb her honesty.
"We did laugh at Jeremiah." Marjorie unconsciously used the name Jerry
most often received from her chums. "She made a funny remark about you
girls staring at her. She hates being stared at about as much as anyone
I ever knew. It wasn't what she said so much as the way she said it that
made us laugh. We weren't making fun of you."
"I wish you could make Gus believe that," Charlotte said. "She has taken
the matter to heart and is down on you. We were so pleased to know you
that morning under the trees. Then you promised to come and see us and
when you didn't we thought you didn't care to bother with us. Besides,"
she hesitated, then went on straightforwardly, "someone told us that you
made a fuss over a freshie one day and cut her the next. It's horrid to
have to say these things, but I would like to have you know about them."
"Frankly, we haven't wished to believe them," interposed Calista. "We
hope to be friends with you, Miss Dean, and with Miss Lynne and Miss
Macy. We have heard quite a little of your popularity on the campus. It
isn't because of that we wish to know you. It's because we like you.
There!"
"Much obliged." Marjorie put out her hand. "We felt the same about you
two girls. I am so sorry Miss Forbes is down on us. Please tell her for
me that we wish to be her friends."
"I don't know how anyone can say Marjorie is anything but friendly and
sincere," Jerry broke forth in protest. "I have a strong inkling as to
_where_ that remark came from."
Marjorie looked quickly toward Jerry. Occupied with the nature of Miss
Forbes' grievance she had not grasped the other charge against herself
to the full.
"I wasn't asked to keep the person's name a secret," Charlotte assured.
"It was Miss Walbert who said it. She has been in our room several
times. I don't like her at all. I wish she would not come here."
"Will you please tell me again what Miss Walbert said of me?" Marjorie
quietly requested.
Charlotte repeated that portion of her former statement concerning the
charge against Marjorie.
"I never cut anyone unless that person cuts me first. I would not speak
to one who did not wish to speak to me," Marjorie defended, the soft
curves of her lips straightening.
"She has harked back to her first day at the station when she came here
a freshie," asserted Jerry, "only she has purposely twisted the truth."
Briefly she cited the true circumstances.
"I think it is outrageous in a girl to so abuse the truth," declared
Charlotte in shocked tones. "That settles Miss Walbert for me."
"And for me," seconded Calista. "I am glad we had it out with you." She
smiled winningly at Marjorie. "We will try and win Gus over. Now let us
shake hands all around and swear fealty."
This done amid good-natured laughter, the last chill upon friendliness
disappeared, never to return, and the quartette went on to pleasanter
things.
"I knew that Miss Walbert would try to start something," were Jerry's
first words to Marjorie on returning to their room. "I certainly put my
foot in it by making foolish remarks. I have thought over what I said
about those girls taking us for museum exhibits, etc. It doesn't sound
well when repeated. I was afraid you'd feel that you ought to repeat it,
but you did nobly, Marj, nobly. Those two girls are sensible. They
didn't split hairs over it. All I hope is that Haughty Gus won't
remember what I say. If she insists on knowing what I said before she
forgives me, I'll stay unforgiven."