The auction was in the air, and nobody could think of anything else.
“Just little tiny no-account auctions,—why, some house is having one every day, but who ever heard of a wholesale kind like this?” cried Doris. “I certainly will be there.”
Since the sign, for all its artistic printing, had neglected to say what day the auction would be held, Ambler House sent a deputation over to Weldon to find out.
Weldon House sent back word, “Saturday afternoon, of course,” so that part of it was settled, and approved by everybody.
Peggy and Katherine went in no small state of excitement. It was a new kind of amusement so far as they were concerned.
The freshmen from Ambler House were almost the only members of the first class to attend.
The freshmen in other campus houses were not so precocious as this singularly self-confident crowd, and did not feel like rushing in where something was going on that was beyond their experience.
As soon as the Amblerites stepped inside of Weldon House, they noticed a conspicuous poster with a hand inked on it pointing, and the single word, “Upstairs.”
The matron of Weldon House was standing before the sign with a curious expression puckering her lips, when the gay little group swept by.
Once upstairs, there was another poster, a more helpful one, this time, “Go to Room 27.”