I am a junior and pledged to pilot bewildered freshmen to havens of rest and safety." "Do you consider freshmen impossible creatures ?" asked Anne Pierson, her eyes twinkling.
The young woman laughed merrily.

"Oh, no," she replied.

"You must remember that they are the raw material that makes good upper classmen.
It takes a whole year to mould them into shape--that is, some of them.
Now, come with me and I'll see that you meet some of the upper class girls." As they were about to accompany their new acquaintance down the platform, a tall, fair-haired girl walked toward them followed by the others upon whom Miriam had commented.

"Wait a minute, Mabel," she called.

"I've been trying to get hold of you all afternoon." "You're just in time, Beatrice," returned Mabel Ashe.