Phyllis always liked and was liked by girls, so she gave the matter less consideration than Janet. Janet’s heart glowed; here were the kinds of girls that she had dreamed about. Their teasing stopped before it became unkind. Their laughter held no hint of derision; and, above all, she was conscious of the feeling of fellowship and understanding that existed between them. She found herself wishing that she could be the brunt of their teasing, for somehow, she felt that in that way only could she be admitted to the happy sisterhood.
“There’s a strong bond between sister classes at Hilltop,” Gladys was explaining. “That’s the reason that Gwen and Poppy prefer to talk to us, who are only Sophomores, instead of joining that group of important-looking Juniors over there.” She pointed to half-a-dozen girls a little older than the twins who were laughing and joking at the other side of the room.
“They’ll adopt the Freshmen and make them behave,” Prue exclaimed.
“While it is the Senior’s painful duty to see that our class keeps out of mischief,” Gladys laughed.
The twins smiled. They liked the way these girls finished each other’s sentences and interrupted each other without giving and taking offence.
Ann looked up at the clock—a grandfather one—which stood in the corner of the big room and chimed out the hours drowsily.
“’Most time for Sally to come,” she announced. “Let’s go and watch for her.”
[CHAPTER III—Sally Arrives]
“May we go to the senior’s retreat, Poppy?” Gladys asked. “Your balcony is such a dandy place to watch the road from.”
Once more the twins felt a little tremble of pleasure. Although the girls were the best of friends in spite of the difference in their ages, the Sophomores as a class never failed in their respect to the Seniors.