While Marjorie was sighing a little over the multiplicity of
responsibilities which had fallen to her lot, Elizabeth Walbert was also
a person with several irons in the fire. She had promised Leslie Cairns
that she would glean valuable information concerning the students'
beneficiary fund. She had sworn to be even with Augusta Forbes. She had
determined to keep in favor with Alida Burton and Lola Elster.
Leslie being by far the most important person on her horizon, Elizabeth
strained a point to gather the information Leslie desired. The day after
her talk with the ex-student she set out for Acasia House the moment
classes were over for the day. Marian Foster, the freshman she had
mentioned, was not unlike Elizabeth in disposition. She was an arrant
social climber and ranked money and lavish expenditure of it above
everything. Introduced to Elizabeth on the campus, by another freshman,
she had treated the junior with marked respect. This had pleased
Elizabeth, who had grown more unpopular at Hamilton with each year she
returned. She had promptly singled out Marian as an object of her
patronizing attentions. These had consisted in a luncheon or two.
several drives and one dinner at the Colonial.
Ethel Laird, in her sweet, gracious fashion, had also been kind to
Marian, who had been very lonely on first arrival at Acasia House. Thus
she stood between two influences. She had been shrewd enough to hide her
true character from Ethel, whose popularity as a senior she had quickly
discovered. Privately she decided to play two parts. To Ethel she would
be merely the friendly, appreciative freshie. It was Elizabeth's favor
she really desired.
On this particular afternoon she welcomed Elizabeth with delight. She
was even more pleased when the latter proposed a ride and a dinner at
the Lotus. The invitation, which she quickly accepted, put her in a
beatific state of mind which bred confidence. She was therefore very
willing, as the new car, not the blue and buff "ice wagon," bowled along
the wide highway, to chatter of affairs at Acasia House. Long before the
ride was over and the two girls anchored at the Lotus, Elizabeth had
heard that which brought a triumphant light to her insincere blue eyes.
"And you say you heard this yourself?" Elizabeth suavely questioned.
"You are sure that is true about that dormitory rumor? So many stories
start on the campus that aren't true at all. A girl will start what she
calls a 'blind alley' sometimes, just to tease the freshies. They will
grow awfully excited over it. Then the laugh is on them."
"This wasn't a rumor," protested Marian. "It was gospel truth. I was in
Miss Laird's room when these two seniors came to see her. I wouldn't
have stayed after they came, but she seemed to wish me to. They asked
her to attend a meeting at Wayland Hall. Then they talked about hoping
they could buy this property where the boarding houses stand. It was so
interesting to hear them. Miss Dean is beautiful, isn't she? Miss Page
is awfully cute, too."
"I don't know either of them," evaded Elizabeth. "I have heard they were
clever in a diggy way. Do tell me more of what they said. I am
interested in this dormitory idea. I shall contribute five hundred
dollars at least, maybe more, to help build it. It won't mean that much
to me." She snapped her fingers grandly. She flattered herself into
believing that Leslie could not have acted more cleverly.
As Marian was limited to twenty-five dollars a month spending money,
Elizabeth's affluence impressed her deeply. She outdid herself in trying
to please the crafty junior. Nor could she guess that her every word was
being stored up in Elizabeth's mind. Later, in the privacy of the
junior's room, it would be transferred to paper. She would not be able
to see Leslie for two or three days, so she resorted to notes, fearful
lest she might forget a part of what she had heard.
On the same Wednesday on which Marjorie and Robin called at the office
of Charles Cutler, the real estate agent, Elizabeth met Leslie Cairns at
the Lotus. Neither pair crossed each other's paths. The information
Elizabeth gave Leslie caused her to laugh often in her silent hob-goblin
fashion. Elizabeth marked this with a little uneasiness.
"Why does what I am telling you strike you as so funny, Leslie?" she
inquired suspiciously.
"Because it does," was Leslie's cool response. "I can just imagine those
infants taking a job like that boarding house proposition on their
shoulders. I am willing to contribute to it, but I am afraid they will
fall down on it. That's all."
Marjorie and Robin, however, were floating on the top wave of hope as
they talked with the agent, a tall, spare man with honest blue eyes and
gentle manners.
"I do not know what the owner of these properties wants for them," he
said. "Five years ago he offered them for twenty-eight thousand dollars.
There are seven houses in the block which you girls wish to buy. That
was at the rate of four thousand apiece. Real estate has increased in
value since then, but not much in this section. He might ask thirty-five
thousand, but not more than that. You could sell the houses for old
lumber. They would have to be torn down. That would net you something.
It would be a relief to see the last of them. I always thought that
whole row so unsightly in contrast to the beauty of the campus. Pity the
others will have to stand. If you will call one week from today I can
let you know the owner's price. I expect him here within a few days."
"Isn't that great news?" exulted Robin, when they had left the office.
"Thirty-five thousand is five thousand less than we figured. But, oh, my
goodness, what a job we have undertaken! If we buy those properties, not
a thing can be done about tearing them down until college closes. The
off-the-campus girls must have a place to live. Then there's next fall
to think of. The dormitory wouldn't be built so soon. It will take all
summer to tear down the houses."
"'Sufficient unto the day'," quoted Marjorie optimistically. "We will
have to solve all those problems as we come to them. We could arrange
for places for such students as couldn't find accommodations in the
campus houses to live in the town of Hamilton. We would have to make
arrangements then with the jitney men to carry them back and forth,
morning and night. There would have to be a luncheon provided for them
near the campus. Signor Baretti might do that at a special price. This
is only tentative. Still it shows that where there's a will there's a
way."
"You deserve your name of Marvelous Manager. Jerry made no mistake when
she gave it to you," declared Robin admiringly. "Honestly, Marjorie, I
can't tell you when I have felt so happy! It is so wonderful, this plan
of ours! I was half afraid that Mr. Cutler would say, first thing, 'No,
the owner doesn't care to sell.' Now we are fairly sure of getting what
we want. The minute we hear we can have it, I am going to give a party
in my room to the Nineteen Travelers. A year ago I would have given it
at Baretti's. Not now. I have to practice economy. I'm a promoter of
large enterprises."