Janet laughed. "I learned in my freshman year that the only way to get over your fear of lions is to walk fearlessly up to them. I used to dread the days when we had to go to Professor Satterthwaite, and now I think he is a dear. I could even tell him so. I find that a little temerity goes a great ways. It is more to be desired than honey in the honeycomb, at times, when one is at college. Look at Lallie Patton; how utterly sweet she is, and yet it all goes for naught. If she would savor her sweetness with a little rashness, she would have far, far better marks."
"True, oh queen. Lallie is as inane as soft boiled rice and white sugar," said Lee. "You couldn't expect any one to be even aware of her existence; she is so absolutely colorless. I doubt if there is a professor in the college who knows her by name though he may have met her in a street car a dozen times, while you—"
"While I, or me—what about me?"
"You have individuality enough for half a dozen. Your likes and dislikes are certainly decided enough."
"Even when it comes to cats," said Janet with a little smile. "I dare maintain that I like them. I'm going to the study, Lee. Come along; we'll find Cordelia and Teddy there."
"Some of those freshmen on the floor above need looking after," remarked Cordelia as they entered the study.
"What have they been doing now?" asked Janet depositing her books on a chair.
"They've been having hilarious times after dark. Their morals need attention," said Cordelia with a shake of the head.
"What special girls are they who have so wrought upon waking hours?" asked Janet sitting down and putting her head in Cordelia's lap.
"Marcia Bodine and Jessie Turner, notoriously, though there are others."