“The men have almost all gone home,” Joy volunteered. “I was late coming up, because I looked for the chaperones to say good-night, but I couldn’t find any of them.”
Sarah smiled. “I guess you couldn’t. They pull in at midnight. This life would be too much for them if they didn’t.”
“They pull in at midnight! Well, what are they for?”
“My dear, I’ve often wondered.” She flicked her ash daintily on to Joy’s cot. Jerry came bounding back into the room.
“They’ve gone, Sally! We can get away all right!” and she proceeded to pull on her evening coat.
“Why?” Joy stammered her amazement.
“We’re going riding,” Jerry explained. “We had to wait until our men had gone, because we’re going with some others.”
“There’s just one thing!” Sarah had not stirred from her perch on the bed. “Are they too stewed for us to go with them, or are they only edged? I’d like to know before we start. I haven’t any desire to drive over a hundred miles with a couple of boiled owls. Remember that time at Yale, Jerry——”
“I know—my back teeth are loose yet. Some smash. But this time they’re taking a Freshman along who’s been kept sober for the occasion, so you’re safe.”
“Oh, in that case,” Sarah descended from the bed and allowed Jerry to press her into her evening wrap. “Good-bye, my dear—we’ll see you in the morning.”