The treat of the day was the Free Lunch Spread. This consisted of a typical lunch-wagon meal. In fact, the wagons, relics of the good old days when college raised its own supplies, had been fitted up, and from this portable delicatessen, coffee, rolls, hamburger and franks were distributed. Golden rod and iron weed, the gold and purple blending royally notwithstanding franks and hamburgers, were bunched at the oilcloth supports, and in the middle of each wagon covering, with a right artistic hole jaggedly punched, the “counter” could be both seen and heard from the outside. “Oh, how glorious!” exclaimed Dorothy Ripple, otherwise known as Dick. “I never hoped to find college like this.” “And to get our first feed in the open without all the formalities of good manners,” supplied Weasis Blair, who had, according to her own statement put into cold storage her burdensome title “Marie Louise.” “Perfectly all right to be freshie to-day,” commented Grazia St. Clair (she pronounced her name like “Grawcia”). It might have been Latin-Italian, and did not seem to euphonize with the British St. Clair. However, Grazia was a very attractive girl. She had hair that curled up and down, hiding the fact that it was bobbed, and she looked out of a pair of the most wonderful topaz eyes! Everyone loved Grazia at sight. She, Weasie and Dick, formed a combine immediately, and a happier little trio of freshmen could not be found on the campus. All over the spacious grounds girls flitted to and fro, winding in and out of the autumn sunshine in the very best of their late summer glorious gowns. It was a patch of summer weather always welcome to school girls, who are loath to give up pretty togs without affording school friends an opportunity of getting a glimpse of them. The voiles, from green of the daintiest, to geranium of the gayest, blazed everywhere in a riot of tropical warmth and splendor. Jane and Judith were very busy. As juniors they carried considerable responsibility of the day’s function, and to Jane, Right Guard of soph year, descended the special honor of playing hostess to the sophs and freshmen. “I like our new plan immensely,” Judith declared to Jane as the latter gathered up cups and saucers, and rescued spoons from leafy graves. “What a wonderful class!” Helen sidled up to the big rustic bench from which Jane was frantically trying to gather up all kinds of paper dishes and incorrigible china. “Oh, Jane dear,” she exclaimed, “isn’t it beautiful!” “Do you like it, Nell?” asked Jane, caressing the little word “Nell” with a ring like the old-time pretty little song, “Nellie Was a Lady.” “Oh, I adore it!” enthused Helen. “And I like the American Nell. It has a tone like the bell,” and she tossed her curly head in rhythmatic sway of a silent, human song. “We shall have to call you the girl of many names,” Jane said with a bright smile. “But what is movable is curable, we say in English, so perhaps some day you will have a name so famous——”