“Why, you have parties, and rides, and good times generally, and invite a fellow, and make him feel at home, and make him want to belong. See?”
“I see,” said Bryan, with a twinkling glance at the rest of his committee. “We have a party down at my house Friday night. Will you come?”
Allison saw that the joke was on him, and his reserve broke down entirely.
“Well, I guess it’s up to me to come,” he said. “Yes, I’m game. I’ll come.”
Bryan turned his big goggles on Leslie.
“Will you come?”
“Why, yes, if Allison does, I will,” agreed Leslie, dimpling.
“That’s all right,” said Bryan, turning back to Allison. “Now, what do you do when you rush? You’ll have to teach us how.”
“Well,” said Allison thoughtfully, “we generally pick out our best rushers, the ones that can talk best, 184 and put them wise. We never let the fellow that’s rushed know what we’re doing. Oh, if he has brains, he always knows, of course; but you don’t say you’re rushing him in so many words. At college we meet a fellow at the train, and show him around the place, and put him onto all the little things that will make it easy for him; and we invite him to eat with us, and help him out in every way we can. We appoint some one to look after him specially, and a certain group have him in their charge so the other frats won’t have a chance to rush him–––”
“I see. The other frats being represented by the devil, I suppose,” said the round-eyed boy keenly without a smile.