“The more flunking, the more tutoring,” suggested a pretty junior, and blushed very pink when she remembered that Rachel Morrison was on the faculty.
“That was a foolish remark,” she added apologetically. “For my part, I honestly think there’ll be less flunking than usual. It makes you more in earnest about your own college course when you see how some girls value it, and what they’ll sacrifice to get it. Come along, Eugenia, and let’s begin to burn the midnight oil.”
CHAPTER V
REINFORCEMENTS
The initiation of Babbie Hildreth, which had to be over in time for the participants to meet Eleanor Watson’s train, was the feature of the next B. C. A. tea-drinking, held two days ahead of time in honor of the double reinforcement to the ranks of 19—.
“I hope you’re all satisfied. I’ve come up here out of pure curiosity about this old cult,” announced Babbie, when they were settled cozily in Flying Hoof’s stall. “You all wrote the most maddening letters—it was arranged, I know, what each one should say, so that I’d keep getting crazier and crazier to be let into the secret.”
“Didn’t you rather want to see your elegant new tea-shop?” demanded Rachel innocently.
“Ye-es”—Babbie flushed,—“of course I did. It’s lovely, isn’t it? Nora must appreciate her splendid kitchen——”
“Why, you haven’t seen the kitchen yet, Babbie,” cried Helen Adams reproachfully. “I’ve been with you every minute since you came.”
“Well, I can guess what it’s like, can’t I?” Babbie defended herself.
“Babbie Hildreth,” demanded Madeline, sternly, “when were you up here last?”