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Jane Allen: Right Guard

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use. "They are awfully thoroughbred, aren't they?" commented Judith in an undertone. "Never a question about that ignoble Noble mix-up. Honestly, Jane, do you think Marian will behave like a donkey?" Laughter greeted this inquiry. Jane immediately grew grave. "It wouldn't surprise me," she shrugged. "We can't expect, naturally, that she will notice us as we pass her in the receiving line. Certainly we sha'n't notice her. If only she doesn't say something hateful to us that will attract attention. I mean, about our freshmen." The return into the room of the latter, each laden with a big bouquet of fragrant roses, cut short the conversation. Half an hour and the eight girls were reunited in the corridor leading to the gymnasium. Each cavalier gallantly offering an arm to the freshman of her choice, they walked two by two into the gymnasium, which had been transformed for the night into a veritable ball room. It was already fairly well filled with daintily gowned girls, who stood about, or sat in little groups, talking animatedly. Near the entrance to the room, the reception committee were lined up in all their glory. Jane's quick glance discerned Marian Seaton,
The Pleasures of a Single Life, Or, The Miseries of Matrimony

THE PLEASURES OF A SINGLE LIFE Or, The Miseries of Matrimony Occasionally Writ Upon the many DIVORCES lately Granted by Parliament. WITH THE CHOICE, OR, THE _Pleasures of a Country_-LIFE. _Dedicated to the_ Beaus _against the next Vacation._ _London_: Printed and Sold by _H. Hills_, in _Black-fryars_, near the Water-side. 1709. _Price One Penny._ Wedlock, oh! Curs'd uncomfortable State,
resplendent in an elaborate gown of pale blue satin, standing at the far end of the line. Her usually arrogant features wore an expression of fatuous complacency. It took wing the instant she spied Jane and her friends. "Now it's coming," was Jane's mental conviction, as she noted the swift lowering change in the other girl's face. Heading the little procession with Ida Leonard, Jane suddenly saw her way clear. She could only hope that the others of her group would take their cue from her. CHAPTER XVII THE EAVESDROPPER Politely responding to the greetings extended to herself and Ida as they advanced down the line, they came at last to the girl who stood next to Marian. The instant Jane had touched hands with the former she drew Ida's arm within her own and turned abruptly away, without giving Marian time to do more than glare angrily after her. Jane realized very well that what she had done was in the nature of a rudeness, yet she felt