“We really shouldn’t have gone to that party tonight,” Phyllis yawned. “I haven’t a blessed Geometry thought in my head.”
“We had fun though,” Gale said. “I never ate so much taffy in my life.”
“What would happen if we were caught in another dormitory house?” Phyllis wanted to know. “We wouldn’t be expelled, would we?”
Gale made a wry face. “Why must you think of those things?”
Phyllis put a hand on Gale’s arm. In the darkness of the trees they stood listening. They could hear the gentle lapping of the lake water almost at their feet. From over their head an eerie voice demanded:
“Who-o-o-o.”
A pair of eyes glared down at them like green electric light bulbs suddenly flashed on and turned off then flashed on again as an owl blinked through the night.
“Doesn’t he scare you?” Phyllis shivered. “He reminds me of a Hallowe’en goblin.”
“We really should go to bed,” Gale said once more, “as much as I hate to admit it.”
“We’ve had a lot of fun this term, haven’t we?” Phyllis sighed. “It is hard to believe that our Freshman year is almost over.”