"No, love, but our reputation has gone forth. This is a glorious day for Wellington and, Judy Stearns, it is going to be a glorious year for us. We are still juniors!" and Jane trailed off to find her place in the long line that was automatically forming around the great old elm. An extension course in special work kept Jane with her junior friends. "Wellington, dear Wellington!" rang out the then famous strain in hundreds of silvery voices. The college song was echoed from every hill into every grass lined hollow, and if the new girls doubted the spirit of comradeship they were to be favored with there, the consecration brought it home to them, like strong loving arms stretched out in the sea of school day mysteries. It was hours later, when the pattering of feet in the long corridors died down to a mere trail of sound, that Jane and Judith managed to pair off for a confidential chat. "You have got to tell me," demanded Judith. "As if I wouldn't," replied Jane. "You can't blame us for being curious, Janey. This afternoon was almost a failure, just because your eyes had a faraway look." "I'm so sorry, really, Jude. What an abominable temper I must have." "We all know better than that girlie." Judy might now have been charged with harboring a faraway look herself. "Just give me a little time," smiled Jane, "and if there's anything on my conscience I'll gladly transfer it to yours." The look in both gray and brown eyes was suddenly changed to intimacy. It was no longer faraway. CHAPTER II A SHADOW IN FORECAST I thought everyone had been supplied with the anti-tack hammer circular," remarked Jane, falling back where Judith's cushions ought to be. "Just hear that tattoo over in the wing. I'll bet it's Dozia." "She has a collection of movie queens and I doubt not that is the official coronation. Let us hope the new proctor is deaf on the