"Wouldn't it make a jolly place to haze freshmen?" commented Ruth, who never grew tired of playing tricks.
"Refreshments are ready!" announced the Captain. "Look for your place-cards."
The basement was so cleverly camouflaged and the table so charmingly decorated that the effect could not have been better in the most elaborate dining hall. Corn-stalks, crêpe-paper, candles, and favors worked wonders with the usually ugly room.
It seemed, too as if there were everything imaginable to eat—sandwiches, doughnuts, cider, apples, nuts, and candy—indeed, Marjorie regretted that she must eat carefully, for she was still in training.
Seated with David Conner next to her on one side and Dick Roberts on the other, she had not a single dull moment in which to regret the absence of John Hadley. All too soon the party came to an end.
"If only our good turns were as successful as our good times," remarked Marjorie, as she and Lily made their way to their room, "Pansy troop would be wonderful!"
"You're worrying about Frieda Hammer again," remonstrated Lily. "Do try to forget her!"
"I almost wish I could!" replied the other, with a sigh.