“Great work,” she congratulated herself as the two girls emerged from the Ivy to where the white car stood in all its creamy, glittering glory. “Blondie is down on Remson, can’t stand Bean and the Bean stalks and she lives at Wayland Hall. She knows me and we’re going to be chummy. It’s as good as a private wire between me and the Hall. Can you beat it?”
CHAPTER XIX.—GENTLEMAN GUS
“Marjorie Dean-n! Oo-oo; oo-oo! Mar-r-jo-r-ie D-e-an!”
Marjorie turned sharply as the long resonant call was borne to her ears on the crisp fall air. Speeding toward her across the campus came a tall girl, hands cupped to her lips. She was running with a certain individual, energetic swing of body which Marjorie recognized as belonging to but one student at Hamilton. Sight of her brought a sunny smile to Marjorie’s somewhat serious face.
“Gussie Forbes,” she cried, “are you really here at last. She held out both hands to the tall handsome sophomore whose own face was radiant.
“I am, but I’m surprised to think that I ever reached here.” Gussie grasped the welcoming hands and shook them with vigor. “I’ve been at Wayland Hall about fifteen minutes. I asked where you were, first thing. Miss Remson said she thought you were somewhere on the campus, so out I hustled to try to find you.”
“Faithful Gussie. What can I do to reward such devotion?” laughed Marjorie.
“Come back to the Hall with me and be the feature of a rejoicing bow-wow in Flossie’s and my room,” came the prompt return. “We’re all simply perishing to see you and the rest of the Sanfordites. Is Miss Lynde back? I never dare call her Ronny, though I think she’s a perfect dear.” Gussie linked an arm in one of Marjorie’s and began towing her gently toward the Hall.
“Ronny’s here. She stopped at Sanford for us on her way from California. Jerry, Lucy, Ronny and I came back together. Muriel’s not coming back this year.”
“Oh, dear!” wailed Gussie. “That’s bad news. Muriel is such a lot of fun. I only knew her well toward the last of the college year, but we were getting quite chummy.”