where he got his nickname. What did he ever do for the school?"
"He was chairman of the committee that gave the Thanksgiving Day Entertainment," said Littlefield.
Hammond snorted. "He had a good live committee. The committee members did the work and saved his bacon. He's a fusser with the girls, and that's the only place he shines."
"Yes," Perry said slowly; "and there are four hundred and fifty girls in Northfield and about three hundred and fifty fellows. He's the best dancer in the school, and the girls crowd each other for a chance to be his partner. He has a way with them. There's no getting away from that. He's popular with them. You can't get away from that. And if they really get behind old 'Nimble-feet' they've got the votes."
"Who," said Littlefield, "who sprung his nomination?"
"I don't know. But Betty Lawton is helping his candidacy."
Littlefield gave a low whistle of consternation. Betty Lawton was, without question, the leading spirit in the girls' rooms.
"Confound girls, anyway," Hammond said bitterly.
The following morning two more of the girls'
