Interest flashed strongly into five pairs of eyes fixed on Miss Remson. The grim set of the little woman’s jaw indicated her evident displeasure with herself at the departure from her few iron-clad rules. With the half chagrined admission came to each girl simultaneously a remembrance of the stranger they had seen in the late afternoon when leaving the Hall for Hamilton Arms. “Do you mean the girl who came here this afternoon in a taxi as we were starting for the Arms?” Vera lifted the silence that had ensued after the manager’s remarks. “She is the one I mean.” Miss Remson nodded slowly and without enthusiasm. “The fairy-tale princess!” Marjorie exclaimed involuntarily, then laughed. “She had that look, I grant you,” Leila agreed. “Only it’s from Paris she comes, and not out of a fairy tale.” “Correct, Leila. She arrived at New York City yesterday on a French steamer, and came straight from New York to Hamilton. Early last spring her father wrote me, applying for admission for her at the Hall to begin with the week before the opening of college and during her college year, provided she should pass her entrance examinations. Instead of abiding by the agreement which I made with him her father has sent her to the Hall several weeks too soon. There is nothing to be done in the matter save to allow her to remain. She tells me that her father sailed for Africa several days before she sailed for the United States. He joined an exploring expedition up the Amazon River.” Miss Remson’s face registered her disapproval in the matter. “Don’t worry, Miss Remson,” Marjorie comforted. “We will take this would-be freshie under our august P. G. wings and bring her up a credit to Hamilton.” “The five Travelers to the rescue!” promised Robin with a wave of the hand. Leila, Vera and Katherine were equally ready to extend a welcoming hand to the stranger from across the sea. Miss Remson surveyed her guests, a bright smile gradually driving away her annoyed expression. “You girls are more hospitable than I. I ought to be ashamed of myself. I must try to live up to you.” She paused, then proposed: “Suppose you go to her room and invite her to the spread? She has number 8.” “You’re a jewel, Miss Remson.” Vera patted one of the manager’s hands. “Nothing like social eats to promote acquaintance,” nodded Robin. “Come on.” Leila was already half way to the door. “Let us visit our would-be in a body and speak to her as with one voice. What shall we say, so that we may all say the same, and not gabble at her like geese?” “I don’t fancy the concert invitation plan,” Vera objected. “You do the inviting, Marjorie. You’ve a wonderful way with you.” “So have I,” Leila hastily assured Vera. “Never forget that, Midget. I will praise myself rather than not be praised.”