Jane Allen: Junior | Page 2

tapped at her door. Judy, where is Jane?"
demanded Dozia.
"Am I my chum's keeper? Can't Jane attend to her own mortal baggage
without incurring the wrath of the multitude?" and Judith sprang up
from her spot on the leaf laden lawn. Also she cast a glance of
apprehension along the path where Jane Allen should at least now be
seen on her way. "Perhaps Jane feels we should forswear this moment
of mirth; being juniors and stepping aside from all the others. They call
it the Whisper you know; 'count of the whispering poplar above," with
a grandiose wave at the innocent tree. "But I would much prefer a
chuckle, wouldn't you Ted?"

"There you go again, or rather also," flung back the stout girl. "I must
take all the cracks and the chuckles and presently some naive little
freshie will amble along and ask me if I happen to be one of the soap
bubbles she just blew off her penny pipe," and the pneumatic cheeks
puffed out in bubble mockery.
"Now Teddy dear. Don't fret. Everyone is just jealous because you're so
lovely and comfy looking," appeased Nettie Brocton, the dimple girl.
"But I really do think this 'whisper' is awfully childish. Rather makes
the strangers feel we are whispering about them."
"If they only knew!" sighed Ted. "I am the usual back-stop for all
frivolity. But if it comes to giving up this lovely loafing hour under our
own grandmother poplar, I say girls, go ahead and knock, but spare the
whisper. I'd die if I had to go tramping around seeing things and saying
hello to that mob," with a sweeping wave of her one free arm, the other
was around Janet Clarke's waist.
"You are right, little girl, it is lovely to gather here and let the others do
the traipsing. And as for the whisper, anyone within sight may also hear,
for this is a shout rather than a whisper. The real point is, we are
gathered together while others are scattered apart. But where is Jane
Allen? I always look to her to start things, and we can't stay here all day,
alluring as is the grandmother poplar. We have 'juties'; girls, 'juties'.
"Dozia Dalton had risen to her full height, which measured more feet
and inches than her latest kitchen door records verified, and her hair
now wound around her head like a big brown braided coffee cake,
added a few more inches, in spite of all the flat pinning Dozia took
refuge in. It may be attractive to be tall and slender, but somehow old
Dame Nature has a way of keeping her pets humble. She loves to
exaggerate.
The girls were grouped around the gnarled roots of the big tree. As had
been their custom this contingent managed to escape the hum and
confusion of the "first day" just long enough to whisper hello and buzz
a few unclassified other words. Rooms and corridors were in
commotion; the campus was like a bee farm, and it was only over in a
remote corner, where a poplar and three hemlock trees formed a

protective fortress, that the girls were safe from the first day's
excitement.
"I left Jane heading for the office and her head was down," announced
Inez Wilson finally. "She didn't see me and her head being down, of
course meant----"
"Trouble," finished Katherine Winters. "When Jane Allen goes forward
with her red head in advance there is sure to be a collision. What's up?
Who knows?"
"Come along and find out," promptly suggested Winifred Ayres. "Can't
tell what we're missing. Jane may have lifted the roof when she raised
her head."
"Poor old roof," commented Ted Guthrie, dragging Janet Clarke down
to earth again in her own attempt at rising. "I suppose we may as well
fall in line," she continued good-naturedly. "Janie is still the idol of the
mob; anyone can see that, even at this early date," and with a girl
tugging on either side the stout one finally heaved ahoy!
"'Tain't that," corrected Inez recklessly, "it's just because we are all too
lazy to do the things we know Jane will do. I have been reading up on
psychology, and you may now expect me to spoil every dream of
childhood with a reason why," and Inez threw her head up
prophetically.
"Alluring prospects this year," groaned Velma Sigsbee. "What with
Maud gone scientific, and Inez turned psychologist and Jane Allen
traveling with her head down--well, all I can say is I still take two
lumps of sugar in my tea." Velma was just that way, a pretty girl who
loved sugar in spite of restrictions, high prices and the written word.
A solitary figure was now outlined against the low cedars curled around
Linger Lane.