Marjorie Dean, College Sophomore

Pauline Lester

Dean, College Sophomore, by Pauline Lester

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Title: Marjorie Dean, College Sophomore
Author: Pauline Lester
Release Date: July 14, 2007 [EBook #22071]
Language: English
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[Illustration: Leila claimed the privilege of conveying the freshman to Silverton Hall, her destination. Page 115]
By Pauline Lester
Author of "Marjorie Dean, College Freshman," "Marjorie Dean, College Junior," "Marjorie Dean, College Senior," and The Marjorie Dean High School Series
A. L. BURT COMPANY Publishers--New York
The Marjorie Dean College Series
A Series of Stories for Girls 12 to 18 Years of Age
By Pauline Lester
Marjorie Dean, College Freshman Marjorie Dean, College Sophomore Marjorie Dean, College Junior Marjorie Dean, College Senior
Copyright, 1922 By A. L. BURT COMPANY
Made in "U. S. A."

"Hamilton, at last!" Marjorie Dean's utterance expressed her satisfaction of the journey's near end.
"Yes; Hamilton, at last," repeated Muriel Harding. "This September it doesn't matter a particle whether or not we are met at the station. We are sophomores. We know what to do and where to go without the help of the celebrated Sans Soucians." Muriel's inflection was one of sarcasm.
"All the help they ever gave us as freshmen can be told in two words: no help. Forget the Sans. I hate to think of them. I hope not one of them is back. The station platform will look beautiful without them." Jerry Macy delivered herself of this uncomplimentary opinion as she began methodically to gather up her luggage.
"How very sad to see two Hamiltonites so utterly lacking in college spirit." Veronica Lynne simulated pained surprise.
"Yes; isn't it?" retorted Jerry. "Whose fault is it that Muriel and I haven't last year's trusting faith in reception committees? Recall how we stood on the station platform like a flock of dummies with no one to bid us the time of day or say a kind word to us. No wonder my love for the Sans is a minus quantity."
"You aren't following your own advice," calmly criticized Lucy Warner. "You said 'Forget the Sans' and went right on talking about them."
"'And thou, too, Brutus!'" Jerry dramatically struck her hand to her forehead. "It is getting to the point where one can't say a single word around here without being called to account for it. This distressing state of affairs must stop." She frowned portentously at Lucy, who merely giggled. "You may blame Ronny for egging me on to further cutting remarks about the Sans. I was prepared to forget them until she undertook to call Muriel and I down. Then I simply had to defend our position."
"What position?" innocently queried Ronny. "I was not aware that you and Muriel----"
"The train has stopped. Didn't you know it?" was Marjorie's amused interruption. "Stop squabbling and come along." She was already in the aisle and impatient to be on the move. "Helen Trent is out on the platform, Jeremiah. I just caught a glimpse of her. I hope Leila and Vera are out there, too. Let me assist you into the aisle." Marjorie playfully gripped Jerry's arm in a vain effort to draw her to her feet.
"Thank you. I can assist myself. I am not yet aged enough to require your services. You may carry my suitcase, if you like. It's as heavy as lead."
"Charmed, but unfortunately I have one to carry equally heavy," Marjorie hastily declined. "I only offered to haul you up from the seat. My offer didn't include luggage carrying."
"You are a fake." Jerry rose and prepared to follow Marjorie down the aisle. As she went she peered anxiously out of the car windows for a first glimpse of her particular friend, Helen Trent.
The eyes of the other four Lookouts were also turned eagerly toward the station platform in search of their Hamilton friends.
A year had elapsed since first the Five Travelers, as the quintette of Sanford girls had named themselves, had set foot in the Country of College. Each was recalling now how very strangely she had felt on first glimpsing Hamilton station with its bevy of laughing, chatting girls, not one of whom they knew. Then they had been entering freshmen, with everything to learn about college. Now they were sophomores, with a year of college experience to their credit. What befell Marjorie Dean and her four Lookout chums as freshmen at Hamilton College has already been recounted in "Marjorie Dean, College Freshman."
"Hooray!" rejoiced Jerry, from the top step of
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