Marjorie Dean College Freshman   By: Pauline Lester

MARJORIE DEAN COLLEGE FRESHMAN

BY PAULINE LESTER

AUTHOR OF "Marjorie Dean, College Sophomore," "Marjorie Dean, College Junior," "Marjorie Dean, College Senior," and The Marjorie Dean High School Series

A. L. BURT COMPANY Publishers New York

THE Marjorie Dean College Series A Series of Stories for Girls 12 to 18 Years of Age

By PAULINE LESTER

Marjorie Dean, College Freshman Marjorie Dean, College Sophomore Marjorie Dean, College Junior Marjorie Dean, College Senior

Copyright, 1922 By A. L. BURT COMPANY

MARJORIE DEAN, COLLEGE FRESHMAN Made in "U. S. A."

MARJORIE DEAN, COLLEGE FRESHMAN

CHAPTER I. A LONELY LOOKOUT.

"Oh, dear! I wish Jerry would come home! I want to see her! I've always missed her terribly during vacations, but this summer I've missed her more than ever. I'm simply starved for a sight of her dear jolly face! Here it is, the twenty fourth of August, and no Jerry Jeremiah Geraldine Macy!"

Marjorie Dean had addressed this little series of wistful remarks to no one in particular. She stood at one of the long French windows of the living room, her nose flattened against the pane, little girl fashion, watching a very wet outdoors. All morning, the rain had been beating down with a sullen persistency which Marjorie found distinctly disheartening. She was as near to having a case of the blues as was possible to one of her care free, buoyant nature. Wet weather did not often interfere with her happiness. Given her particular girl friends within telephone call and she could discount a rainy day.

Today she was without that source of entertainment and consolation. None of her chums had returned to Sanford from their summer outings. Susan Atwell, Irma Linton, Muriel Harding, Constance Stevens, Jerry Macy all were missing from the town into which Marjorie had come, a stranger, but of which she now was, to use her own expression, "a regular citizen."

Marjorie's thoughts were dwelling on her absent schoolmates as she pensively watched the rain. She wondered if, wherever they were, they were penned in by the rain too. It seemed rather queer to her that she should be the only one of the sextette of girls, who had founded the Lookout Club, to be spending the summer in Sanford. She was not a real Sanfordite by birth. With the exception of Constance Stevens, the others claimed Sanford as their native town.

Readers of the "Marjorie Dean High School Series" have already an acquaintance with Marjorie Dean, and have followed her course as a student at Sanford High School. They have seen her through both sad and happy days, the events of which have been chronicled in "Marjorie Dean, High School Freshman," "Marjorie Dean, High School Sophomore," "Marjorie Dean, High School Junior," and "Marjorie Dean, High School Senior."

"There goes that old mail carrier and he isn't going to stop here!" This time Marjorie's tones were not wistful. Their disgusted energy indicated her patent disappointment. Her red lips drooped in dejection as she saw the unfeeling object of her hopeful anticipation plod stolidly past the gate without so much as a glance at the mailbox at the foot of the driveway.

"Not one single solitary letter," mourned the watcher. "Why doesn't Jerry write?"