Produced by Roger Frank and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net [Illustration: Leila claimed the privilege of conveying the freshman to Silverton Hall, her destination. Page 115] ----------------------------------------------------------------------- MARJORIE DEAN COLLEGE SOPHOMORE 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 MARJORIE DEAN, COLLEGE SOPHOMORE Made in "U. S. A." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- MARJORIE DEAN, COLLEGE SOPHOMORE CHAPTER I THE RETURN. "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."