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Marjorie Dean College Junior.

by Pauline Lester.

CHAPTER I-A MUSICAL WELCOME

"Remember; we are to begin with the 'Serenata.' Follow that with 'How Fair Art Thou' and 'Hymn to Hamilton.' Just as we are leaving, sing 'How Can I Leave Thee, Dear?' We will fade away on the last of that. Want to make any changes in the programme?"

Phyllis Moore turned inquiringly to her choristers. There were seven of them including herself, and they were preparing to serenade Marjorie Dean and her four chums. The Lookouts had returned to Hamilton College that afternoon from the long summer vacation. This year, their Silverton Hall friends had arrived before them. Hence Phyllis's plan to serenade them.

Robina Page, Portia Graham, Blanche Scott, Elaine Hunter, Marie Peyton and Marie's freshman cousin, Hope Morris, comprised Phyllis's serenading party. The latter had been invited to partic.i.p.ate because she was still company. Incidentally she knew the songs chosen, with the exception of the "Hymn to Hamilton," and could sing alto. She was, therefore, a valuable a.s.set.

"I hope Leila has managed to cage the girls in Marjorie's room,"

remarked Blanche Scott. "We want all five Sanfordites in on the serenade."

"Leave it to Irish Leila to cage anything she starts out to cage," was Robin's confident a.s.surance. "If she says she will do a thing, she will accomplish it, somehow. Leila is a diplomat, and so clever she is amazing."

"Vera Mason isn't far behind her. Those two have chummed together so long their methods are similar. They were the first girls I knew at Hamilton. They met the train I came in on. Nella Sherman and Selma Sanbourne were with them. Two more fine girls. Portia looked pleasantly reminiscent of her reception by the quartette to which she now referred.

"I heard Selma Sanbourne wasn't coming back. I must ask Leila about that." Robin made mental note of the question.

"That will be hard on Nella," observed Elaine Hunter, with her usual ready sympathy. "They have always been such great chums."

"Sorry to interrupt, but we must be hiking, girls." In command of the tuneful expedition, Phyllis tucked her violin case under her arm in business-like fashion and cast a critical eye over her flock.

"Be sure you have your instruments of torture with you," she laughed.

"One time, at home, three girls and myself started out to serenade a friend of ours. Before we started we had all been sitting on our veranda, eating ice cream. One of the girls was to accompany us on the mandolin. She walked away and left it on the veranda. She never noticed the omission until we were ready to lift up our voices. So we had to sing without it, for it was over a mile to our house and she couldn't very well go back after it."

"Let this be a warning to you mandolin players not to do likewise."

Marie turned a severe eye on Elaine and Portia, who made pretext of clutching their mandolins in a firmer grip.

"My good old guitar is hung to me by a ribbon. I am not likely to go away from here without it." Blanche patted the smooth, shining back of the guitar.

"We couldn't have chosen a better time for a serenade," exulted Robin.

"It is a fine night; just dark enough. Besides, there are not many girls back at Wayland Hall yet. We won't be so conspicuous with our caroling."

Meanwhile, in a certain room at Wayland Hall, wily Lelia Harper was exerting herself to be agreeable to her Lookout chums. Three of them she had marshaled to Marjorie's room on plea of showing them souvenirs of a trip she had made through Ireland that summer.

The souvenirs had been heartily admired, but even they could not stem Muriel's and Jerry's determined desire to entertain. First Jerry innocently proposed that they all walk over to Baretti's for ices. Leila and Vera exhibited no enthusiasm at the invitation. Next, Muriel re-proposed the jaunt at her expense. Vera cast an appealing look toward Leila. The latter was equal to the occasion.

"And are you so tired of me and my pictures of my Emerald Isle that you want to hurry me off to Baretti's to be rid of me?" she questioned, in an offended tone.

"Certainly not, and you needn't pretend you think so, for you don't,"

retorted Muriel, unabashed. "Your Irish views are wonderful. So is Baretti's fresh peach ice cream. Helen was there and had some this afternoon. She said it was better than ever. I was only trying to be hospitable and so was Jerry. Sorry you had to take me too personally."

Muriel now strove to simulate offense. She turned up her nose, tossed her head and burst out laughing. "It's no use," she said, "I couldn't really fuss with you if I tried, Leila Greatheart."

"I am relieved to hear it," Leila returned with inimitable dryness.

"Lots of time for Baretti's and ice cream yet tonight. It's only half-past eight." Marjorie indicated the wall clock with a slight move of her head. "We can leave here about nine. We'll be there by ten after."

"Certainly; we have oceans of time," Leila agreed with alacrity. "The ten-thirty rule is still on a vacation and won't be back for a week or so."

"Oh, I haven't told you about my new car," Vera began with sudden inspiration. "Father bought it for me in August. It is a beauty. He is going to send James, his chauffeur, here with it. It may arrive tomorrow. I hope it does." Vera launched into a description of her car with intent to kill time. Phyllis had set the hour for the serenade to the Lookouts at a quarter to nine.

"It will be good and dark then," she had told Leila and Vera. "We will have to come as early as that, for we are going to Acasia House to serenade Barbara Severn, and to Alston Terrace to sing to Isabel Keller.

Last, we are going to serenade Miss Humphrey. We'll have to hustle, in order to go the rounds and get back to Silverton Hall before eleven o'clock. I depend on you, Leila, to keep that lively bunch of Sanfordites in until we get there."

Leila, aided by Vera, was now endeavoring to carry out Phyllis's request. She was privately hoping that the serenaders would be on time.

Should they delay until nine or after, they were quite likely to gather in under the window of a deserted room.

Readers of the "Marjorie Dean High School Series" have long been in touch with Marjorie Dean and the friends of her high school days.

"Marjorie Dean, High School Freshman," recounted her advent into Sanford High School and what happened to her during her first year there.

"Marjorie Dean, High School Soph.o.m.ore," "Marjorie Dean, High School Junior," and "Marjorie Dean, High School Senior," completed a series of stories which dealt entirely with Marjorie's four years' course at Sanford High School. Admirers of the loyal-hearted, high-principled young girl, who became a power at high school because of her many fine qualities, will recall her ardent wish to enroll as a student at Hamilton College when she should have finished her high school days.

In "Marjorie Dean, College Freshman," will be found the account of Marjorie's doings as a freshman at Hamilton College. Entering college full of n.o.ble resolves and high ideals, she was not disappointed in her Alma Mater, although she was not long in discovering that an element of sn.o.bbery was abroad at Hamilton which was totally against Hamilton traditions. Aided by four of her Sanford chums, who had entered Hamilton College with her, and a number of freshmen and upper cla.s.s girls, of democratic mind, the energetic band had endeavored to combat the pernicious influence, exercised by a clique of moneyed girls, which was fast taking hold upon other students. The end of the college year had found their efforts successful, in a measure, and the way paved for better things.

In "Marjorie Dean, College Soph.o.m.ore," the further account of Marjorie's eventful college days was set forth. Opposed, from her return to Hamilton College by certain girls residing in the same house with herself, who disliked her independence and fair-mindedness, Marjorie was later given signal proof of their enmity. How she and her chums fought them on their own ground and won a notable victory over them formed a narrative of pleasing interest and lively action.

Now that the Five Travelers, as the quintette of Sanford girls loved to call themselves, were once more settled in the country of college, their devoted friends had already planned to honor them. Leila and Vera, who invariably returned early to college, had encountered Phyllis on the campus on the day previous. Informing her of the Lookouts' expected arrival on the next afternoon, Phyllis had planned the serenade and demanded Leila's help. Leila had rashly promised to keep the arrivals at home that evening. She was now of the opinion that a promise was sometimes easier made than fulfilled.

"Since Vera has told you everything she can remember about her new roadster, I shall now do a little talking myself." Leila was having the utmost difficulty in controlling her risibles. She dared not look at Vera; nor dared Vera look at her. "Ahem! When I was in Ireland," she pompously announced, "I saw--"

Came the welcome interruption for which she had been waiting. Clear and sweet under the windows of the room rose the strains of Tosti's "Serenata." A brief prelude and voices took it up, filling the evening air with harmony.

"Thank my stars! A-h-h!" Leila relaxed exaggeratedly in her chair, her Cheshire-cat smile predominating her features.

"You bad old rascal!" Marjorie paused long enough to shake Leila playfully by the shoulders. Then she hurried to one of the windows.

Jerry, Muriel and Lucy had reached one. Ronny and Vera were at the other. Marjorie joined them. Leila made no move to rise. She preferred sitting where she was.

"Keep quiet," Jerry had admonished at the first sounds. "If we start to talk to them, they'll stop singing. Whoever they are, they certainly can sing." Her companions of her mind, it was a silent and appreciative little audience that gathered at the open windows to listen to the serenaders.

There was no moon that night. It was impossible to see the faces of the carolers, nor, in the general harmony of melodious sound, was it possible to identify any one voice. An energetic clapping of hands, from other windows as well as those of Marjorie's room, greeted the close of the "Serenata." Then a high soprano voice, which the girls recognized as Robin Page's, began that most beautiful of old songs, "How Fair Art Thou." A violin throbbed a soft obligato.

The marked hush that hung over the Hall during the rendering of the song was most complimentary to the soloist. The serenaders were not out for glory, however. Hardly had the applause accorded Robin died out, when mandolins, guitar and violin took up the stately "Hymn to Hamilton."

"First in wisdom, first in precept; teach us to revere thy way: Grant us mind to know thy purpose, keep us in thy brightest ray.

Let our acts be shaped in honor; let our steps be just and free: Make us worthy of thy threshold, as we pledge our faith to thee."

Thus ran the first stanza, set to a sonorous air which the combined harmony of voices and musical instruments rendered doubly beautiful. It seemed to those honored by the serenaders that they had never before heard the fine old hymn so inspiringly sung. The whole three stanzas were given. The instant the hymn was ended the familiar melody "How Can I Leave Thee Dear?" followed.

"That means they are going to beat it," called Jerry in low tones. "Let us head them off before they can get away and take them with us to Baretti's. We'll have to start now, if we expect to catch them. They're beginning the second stanza. We'll just give _them_ a little surprise."

With one accord the appreciative and mischievous audience left the windows and made a rush for the stairs. Headed by Jerry they exited quietly from the house and stole around its right-hand corner.

Absorbed in their own lyric efforts, the singers had reached the third sentimentally pathetic stanza:

"If but a bird were I, homeward to thee I'd fly; Falcon nor hawk I'd fear, if thou wert near.

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