“Fancy that now!” said Madeline resignedly. “There’s certainly no accounting for tastes.”
“I should think not,” declared Katherine hotly. “If my father was elected President, I’d stay on and graduate with 19— just the same.”
“Of course you would,” agreed Babbie. “You can come out in Washington any time—or if you can’t, it doesn’t matter much. But there’s only one 19—.”
“And yet when we go we shan’t be missed,” said Katherine sadly. “The college will go on just the same.”
“Oh, and I’ve found out the reason why,” cried Betty eagerly. “It’s because all college girls are alike. Miss Ferris said so once. She said if you waited long enough each girl you had known and liked would come back in the person of some younger one. But I never really believed it until to-day.” And Betty related the story of her successful hunt for the freshman who was like herself.
Everybody laughed.
“But then,” asserted Babbie loyally, “she’s not so nice as you, Betty. She couldn’t be. And I don’t believe there are freshmen like all of us.”
“Not in this one class,” said Rachel. “But it’s a nice idea, isn’t it? When our little sisters or our daughters come to Harding they can have friends just as dear and jolly as the ones we have had.”
“And they will be just as likely to be locked out if they linger on their own or their friends’ door-steps after ten,” added Madeline pompously, whereat Eleanor, Katherine, Rachel and the B’s rushed for their respective abiding places, and the Belden House contingent marched up-stairs singing
“Back to the college again,”