"Oh, I almost forgot, you don't know Mabel, do you, boys?" asked Madge, with a merry laugh. "Miss Mabel Harrison. Mabel, allow me to present to you Tom Parsons, champion pitcher of the Randall 'varsity nine; Phil Clinton, who made such a good showing on the gridiron last year, he's Ruth's brother, you know, and----" she paused as she turned to Sid Henderson, who was moving about uncomfortably. "Sid Henderson, the only and original misogynist of Randall college," finished Tom, with a mischievous laugh. "He is the only one in captivity, but will eat from your hand." "I'll fix you for that," growled Sid in Tom's ear, but the girls laughed, as did Phil and the captain, and the introductions were completed. Miss Harrison proved to be an exceptionally pretty and vivacious girl, a fit companion for Ruth and Madge. She was fond of sport, as she soon announced, and Phil and Tom warmed to her at once. As might have been expected, Tom walked along with Ruth, Phil with Miss Tyler, and that left Sid nothing to do but to stroll at the side of Miss Harrison. "So you play ball, too," she began as an opener, looking at his uniform. "Yes--er--that is I play at it, sometimes," floundered Sid, conscious of a big green grass stain on one leg, where he had fallen in reaching for a high fly. "Isn't it great!" went on the girl, her blue eyes flashing as she glanced up at Sid. Somehow the lad's heart was beating strangely. "It's the only game--except football," he conceded. "Do you play--I--er--I mean--of course----" "Oh, I just love football!" she cried. "I hope our team wins the championship this year!" "Your team?" and Sid was plainly puzzled. "Well, I mean the boys of Fairview--I attend there you know." "I didn't know it, but I'm glad to," spoke Sid, wondering why he never before thought blue eyes pretty. "Do you live at the college?" "Oh, yes; but you see I happened to come to Haddonfield to stay over night with relatives, and when I found Madge and Ruth were going to a little affair here to-night, I asked them to stay with me. It's such a jaunt back to the college." "Indeed it is," agreed Sid. "You and Miss Tyler and Miss Clinton are great friends, I judge," he went on, wondering what his next sentence would be. "Indeed we are. Aren't they perfectly sweet girls?" "Fine!" exclaimed Sid with such enthusiasm that his companion looked at him in some surprise, her flashing eyes completing the work already begun by their first glance. "I thought you didn't care for--that is--was that true what Mr. Parsons accused you of?" Miss Harrison asked. "Is a misogynist a very savage creature?" she went on demurely. "That's all rot--I beg your pardon--they were rigging you--I--er--I mean--Oh, I say, Miss Harrison, are you going to the Phi Beta racket to-night--I mean the theatricals to-night?" and poor Sid floundered in deeper and deeper. "No," answered the girl, "I'm not going." "Why not?" asked Sid desperately.