Hannah's heart nearly choked her. His having forgotten her was so plain, that she had not dared to bow, though she had half done so. She hoped no one had noticed her face. She bit her lips. He had not meant to do it; on the bed in her room she told herself this over and over again. Their meeting in the gymnasium had lasted less than ten minutes. It was two days ago. She was not like the other college girls he knew. Why should he remember her, having seen her once? He had been very pleasant to her at the reception. She went resolutely down to luncheon. Cap. Smith was still her hero. II. One day when from the fences along the pastures exultant meadow-larks were shouting "April," trilling the "r" ecstatically, and mild-hearted people were out after golden poppies, the Encina Freshmen, dark-browed plotters every villain of them, met in Pete Halleck's room. There was trouble brewing. First, Pete counted them with an air of mystery; then he pulled down the window shades, shut the transoms, and drew from the wash-stand a tangled mass of rope, two cans of paint and a coil of wire. With these beside him on the floor, he harangued the mob. "We have got to get a rush out of 'em, fellows," he said, keeping his voice discreetly low, "and if they won't scrap, we'll force 'em. How many of you remember how to tie a knot?" "We've had experience enough," spoke up a roly-poly boy; "it's the Sophs who need a lesson in tying." "And we'll give it!" Halleck drew up and looked so melodramatically important that the meeting snickered behind their collective hands. Just then there came a knock at the door. Halleck put his fingers to his lips; the crowd sat as if petrified; the roly-poly conspirator felt his bravado oozing out in youthful perspiration. The knocking came again, more imperatively, then a voice. "Let me in, you crazy Freshies." Silence in the room. "Let me in. I know about you. You're all in there, talking rush. Hang your little pink skins, let me in!" Still no answer. "Pete Halleck, unlock your door. It's I--it's Frank Lyman, and I've something to say to you babies. Open up!" The composite face of the gathering fell. With Lyman against them, who could be for them?--Frank Lyman, oracle of Encina and father-confessor of Freshmen! Pete threw the paraphernalia into his wardrobe. "The game's up, fellows." He opened the door, admitting the Senior, and with him, alas! Sophomore Smith, President of his class. The sight of the enemy stirred Halleck. "Say, shall we tie up the two of them?" cried he, when he had locked the door. "Key down, Freshie, key down," said the Senior. "You boys pain me to the limit. Aren't you satisfied with tying up the Sophomores once without scrapping the whole year through?" "What do you know about our wanting to scrap?"