“Never one that I saw,” promptly replied the surprised Judith. “Well, it is something about a boy, and a letter, and of course he had to be foreign to match up. But I know it is all plain rubbish. And I will do all in my power to run it down. Meanwhile we have to have an election,” and the soft brown eyes looked wistfully into Judith’s darker orbs. “Worse luck,” replied Judith. “But since we must have it, we must elect our candidate. I never felt quite so helpless. It is plain I do depend a lot on Janie.” “We all do, but this is an excellent opportunity to try out our own mettle. If I could only come right out and ask——” “Whom?” insisted Judith with much vehemence. “Marian Seaton, of course.” “Then, why not!” “Because I have no defence prepared. I would not know what to say to offset her accusations. You know how horribly sneering and insinuating she is, if she would only say something intelligent one might reply, but she just smirks, and sneers, and curls those painted lips.” “Oh, easy, Nettie, don’t slam Marian. She is real, at corners, you know, even if the corners are anything but square, still I am willing to admit Marian is insidious,” Judith qualified. “The smirking snob,” Minette declared, losing her temper. “I have no patience with a girl in the juniors who acts like a freshling cad. It isn’t as if she had not already had the benefit of two hard years’ training.” “And enough hard knocks to make the training effective,” corroborated Judith. “I know all that, Nettie. But it is just the peculiar situation. Difficult problems require skilful handling, and this is a hard knot. I may as well tell you, Nettie, something about the whole thing, so we will be able to work intelligently,” Judith suddenly decided. “Seems to me every one is holding conference with every one else,” remarked Minette, seeking out a safe place in which to continue their talk. “I wonder how they will ever get together for the line up?” “I have tried to take care of that for our party,” Judith answered. “We have arranged to meet directly after supper on the South Slope. When we call the roll and give the handshake, we will know if we have any spies among us. Then, when all is fixed, we will take the hall by storm and put our ticket through before the freshmen know what is going on. Of course, they may have a plan better than ours and may swamp us,” Judith finished, a little dubiously. “Oh, there is Jane! She is looking for us. What shall we do now? We can never plan with her listening,” exclaimed Minette, regretfully. “Got to postpone it a little,” Judith said hurriedly. “Hello, Janie. What’s the war cry?” “Judy, dear, I hate to be so emphatic, but I really can’t let you go on with this electioneering for me. I will not run.” Jane struck a rigid pose and spoke with unmistakable emphasis. “But why?” gasped Minette, before Judith could speak.