Marjorie Dean, College Senior   By: Pauline Lester

MARJORIE DEAN COLLEGE SENIOR

By PAULINE LESTER

Author of

"Marjorie Dean, College Freshman," "Marjorie Dean, College Sophomore," "Marjorie Dean, College Junior," 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 SENIOR Made in "U. S. A."

MARJORIE DEAN, COLLEGE SENIOR.

CHAPTER I A QUESTION FOR THE FUTURE

"Tomorrow evening at this time I'll be back in my old room at Hamilton. Tonight, the Country of College seems very far away. Tomorrow, it will be Sanford that seems so."

Marjorie Dean smiled frankly up into Hal Macy's rather sober face. The strains of a slow waltz were throbbing to an harmonic end. Hal and his sister Jerry were giving a farewell hop in honor of the five Lookouts who were to return to Hamilton College the next day. Hal was thinking, as he looked down at Marjorie's lovely, upraised face that no one, not even her father and mother, would miss her as he should.

"And who are you going to miss most?" he asked boldly, his eyes twinkling, nevertheless. "If you say myself, I shall be so flustered. You never say nice things to me, you know."

"I'm not going to begin now," Marjorie returned mischievously. "I shall miss General and Captain most, of course ."

"And me next most. I'll say it for you, since you have no regard for my tender feelings. I think I ought to be ranked next to General and Captain," Hal persisted audaciously.

"You do come next to them Hal you and Connie and Laurie. The old guard are next dearest," Marjorie hastily assured. "Oh, dear, the waltz is ending! I wish it would begin all over again. I like waltzing much better than fox trotting or one stepping. And I love that particular waltz. It is called 'In Sunny Gardens,' and there is a certain suggestion of the title in the music, I think."

Marjorie had sought hasty refuge in commenting on the waltz music just ended. Hal might appear to be joking. Marjorie knew he was not. During the summer vacation she had been in his company a great deal. The Deans had spent the summer at Severn Beach, a seaside resort patronized yearly by the Macys. Jerry and Marjorie had been constantly together, with Hal a delightfully persistent third party, whenever the two girls allowed him the privilege.

Hal Macy had been Marjorie's devoted cavalier since the beginning of her high school days. Three years older than herself, he was already sure of his love for her. Marjorie, however, regarded him through the eyes of friendship only. She was still too greatly absorbed in college to make room in her life for romance. To her it was a vague something too remote from her mind to be considered. She did not wish Hal to be other than her friend of the old days. The bare thought of changing that pleasant friendly footing for a fonder relationship was repugnant to her.

"I'll ask the musicians to play that waltz again, if you like, Marjorie. Say the word."