"Bang on the door, Fan." And this Fan did.
"How many are there out there?" was asked by some one in the room.
"Oh, a dozen or more."
"Well, wait a little longer. We're afraid of a rush from the other class."
Lee and Cordelia did not pause in their walk but Lee could not forbear a giggle which brought a dozen pairs of eyes upon her.
"There is something queer," said one of the freshmen in a low tone; "there are two of the seniors on the watch. We'd better be prepared for a rush, girls."
And the under classmen bunched themselves together more closely. And now the numbers increased till nearly the whole class stood without, then Fan called,—
"You can let us in, now, girls. We're about all here and no sophs about."
A pause and then the door was flung wide open to disclose to the astonished freshmen a group of sated sophomores gloating over the few sparse remains of a feast for which the freshmen had paid.
"Who says we haven't brains enough to outwit 1906?" cried Madge Ostrom.