"She did not signify the amount. I just ate till I couldn't get down another one. I sha'n't want to see another string bean for some time."
Ruth and Helen easily found the rooms that had been drawn for them the June previous. Of course, they were not the best rooms in the hall, for the seniors had first choice, and then the juniors and sophomores had their innings before the freshmen had a chance.
But there was a door between Ruth's and Helen's rooms, as they had hoped, and Jennie's room was just across the corridor.
"We Sweetbriars will stick together, all right," said the fleshy girl. "For defence and offence, if necessary."
"You evidently expect to have a strenuous time here, Heavy," laughed Ruth.
"No telling," returned Jennie Stone, wagging her head. "I fancy there are some 'cut-ups' among the sophs who will try to make our sweet young lives miserable. That Edie Phelps, for instance." She told them how the sophomores had met the new girl, Rebecca Frayne, and why.
"Oh, dear!" said Ruth. "But that was all on my account. We shall have to be particularly nice to Miss Frayne. I hope she's on our corridor."
"Do you suppose they will haze you, Ruth, just because you wrote that scenario?" asked Helen, somewhat troubled.
"There's no hazing at Ardmore," laughed Ruth. "They can't bother me. 'Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me!'" she singsonged.
"Just the same," Jennie said, morosely, "that Edie Phelps has a sharp tongue."