Indeed it was a day of surprises and one of them was not so nice.
Jack called for them in a taxi to go to the game.
“This way we can go right to the entrance of our section. Otherwise, we’d have to park, no telling where or I’d have to drive you all up and go park the car and take a chance on finding you again. I don’t want to lose you,” he added to all three but he meant Dit.
The taxi reminded Mimi of her gloomy arrival at Sheridan. However, this was fun. There was only room for three on the back seat of the cab so Mimi sat on a little seat that folded down from the side. Jack insisted on using it himself but Mimi really liked it. She clung to the strap as they bounced along, sure that nothing in the world could be more fun. She felt so dressed up with her new beret which she wore down over one eye as Millie had worn her sailor hat at camp. Mimi knew everyone they passed admired the big yellow mum she had pinned so carefully to her lapel. She had to be careful when she turned her head that way. The cold yellow petals caressed her chin.
When they piled out of the taxi Jack bought them something else—cute little footballs dangling on black and yellow satin ribbons!
“Wait ’til Sue and Chloe see these!” she said to Betsy as they followed the usher down to their seats.
“Be sure and save your program, too,” she said to Betsy. “Watch me and if you see me chewing mine or tearing the corners off, slap my hands.”
But Mimi forgot even her own program when the team came out. The running, kicking, passing fascinated her. It wasn’t the first time Mimi had wished she were a boy. Still if you were a boy you’d have to send flowers, not wear them.
“Wish they’d hurry and start,” Jack said. “It’s our game if the rain holds off. The dope says Vandy will win by two touchdowns. But rain would make it anybody’s game.”
“Let me be a kill-joy for just once,” Betsy said to Mimi. “Look.”