“I think so, but I dread it a little.”
“It will be a lot better for you to be with somebody. It’s too lonesome by yourself, especially when you’re new.”
“I can’t like anybody as well as you and Avalon.”
“Don’t say that,—who knows?”
CHAPTER V.
THE SENIOR-FRESHMAN PARTY.
The second week of school was scarcely less full than the first. Among other things, the invitations were to be sent out to the new members of the Shakespearean Literary Society, and the program was to be arranged for the following Friday night. Cathalina made some artistic invitations, and Hilary, with Isabel, made short work of arranging a program. They met in Isabel’s room Monday after recitations. Hilary breezed in with a tablet in her hand, notes already made of the things to be done.
“I’ve just seen the chief janitor, Isabel, and arranged to have enough chairs taken in the south parlor Friday night, and engaged Miss Smith to make us some sandwiches and cocoa, so all I’ll have to do will be to remind them on Friday afternoon. Of course we can’t have sandwiches or other things to eat every time, but I thought we ought to celebrate starting the new society, and entertain the new members. Now for the program.”
“I think that the purpose of the society ought to be explained by you, Hilary, in a sort of ‘inaugural address,’ and then everybody has to pledge themselves to support the society,—wasn’t that what the constitution said?”
“Yes. All that would have to come in the business meeting part, though an inaugural address would naturally be a part of the program.”
“Put it together this time, then.”