“Why, yes, I was afraid they wanted to haze you.”
“What do you know about hazing?”
“Mother told me about a young man who nearly died of pneumonia because some of the boys doused him in cold water, in a pond or something.”
“And you didn’t want me to have pneumonia. I won’t on this occasion, I promise you. I think we can circumnavigate those fellows. I won’t see Johnny-jump-up to-day.”
Edna laughed. “Won’t they be disappointed?”
“They will that. Now come along and let’s get out of here.”
“Which way shall we go?”
“Oh, we will take the back road and come out there below the MacDonald barn so they won’t get a hint of our coming home, for the barn is below the woods, you know. It is a little further, but I hope you don’t mind that.”
“No, indeed, I am so glad to have you get out of the way of those boys.”
“If I can manage to side-track them for a while perhaps they won’t be so keen. I thought they had it in for me, and have been rather expecting an onslaught.”