"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.