"I fancy not," Ruth rejoined. "Miss Dexter told me that the sophs and freshies were usually lined up against the two older classes. The sophs need us, and we need them."
"I have an idea," said Heavy, with a warning shake of her head, "that some of the sophs don't care so much for us."
The trio were returning from the college hall as they chatted. Helen suddenly exclaimed:
"Girls! did you ever see so many tam-o'-shanters in your little lives? And such a wealth of colors?"
It was true that every girl in sight (and there were "just hundreds!" to quote Heavy again), unless she were bareheaded, wore a tam-o'-shanter.
"The most popular thing in head covering at Ardmore this year, that is sure," said Ruth.
"Oh! will you look at the one that Frayne girl is wearing?" Helen gasped.
"Goodness!" said Heavy. "Looks like an Italian sunset."
"Or a badly scrambled egg," put in Helen. "There! I believe that girl would look a fright whatever she put on."
"She can't help her taste, poor girl," Ruth said.