"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.