“If I get any more souvenirs I shall have to have an auction,” Judith remarked, to Gloria. “Someone just pegged a perfectly good powder puff at me to get my attention. Now, who uses that scent?” “Oh, Judy, let’s be serious. What shall we do if Jane will not run?” “Take her,” declared Judith, practical for once. “But how?” “That is for us to decide. We are the executive committee. Let’s get under cover.” The brisk October morning pinched their cheeks giving glow but not imparting warmth. It was chilly even for college girls—quite cold for mere folks. “Come over to the wigwam. There we can talk unmolested, as Cleo would say. We must make her editor this year, by the way,” digressed Gloria. “One thing at a time, especially one election. Now, whom have you seen? Who will lead the Maths?” Judith checked up. “Tim Maher. You know she is a dandy. She not only leads but lines ’em up. She won’t let a single vote get loose.” “Yes, Timmy is dependable. But I thought the Seatons rather copped her late last season? She went a little with Mazie.” “Oh, yes, but even Mazie is with us now. Marian Seaton has lost a lot of friends. I think I know why.” “Could I know? It might help with the election.” “Well, Judy, it is very personal. Haven’t you noticed Marian is wearing some of last year’s things?” “No, I hadn’t. But they surely have scads of money.” “Oh, yes, but Marian has a very determined father, I believe. However, it is not anything we should feel like injecting into our politics. Jane would never stand for home stuff getting into class work.” “Oh, no, I had no idea of suggesting it,” replied the rather aggrieved Judith. “I have some honor myself, Gloria.” “Don’t get mad, Judy. I know you are all wool and a yard wide, or you will be after this year’s series. But let us keep at the subject. Whom have we for the second division?” “Suppose we try Janet Clark?” “Oh, she’s too fly-away and pretty. Likely that’s her powder puff that came kiting. How about Ted Guthrie?” “If she isn’t too fat to get around, Ted is all right. But have you observed her circumference? Must have spent her summer at a pure food show. Well, say we try Ted Guthrie,” and the pencil scrawled over the half sheet of notebook paper. “Oh, there’s Nettie Brocton. Let’s call her and ask about the Triangles. Oh, Nettie! Whoo! Whoo!” Answering the owl call, Nettie ran across the campus, jumping nimbly over the hedge balls that marked the places where girls were not supposed to tread. But the reckless late fall weather cancelled such orders automatically. “Nettie, do you know about the Triangles? How are they lining up? For Jane?” “Oh, I am so disappointed,” and the pretty face submerged its dimples. “Someone has been telling about the college the most absurd story about Jane.” “Story about Jane!” both girls exclaimed, indignantly.