“I’m going to leave it all to you, then, Isabel. May I count on you?”
“You may. Go on and write your inaugural address in peace!”
“Will you get word to the girls about the colors, so they will be thinking about them and be ready to choose them tonight?”
“Yes. Where shall we meet?”
“In our suite, if you don’t mind.”
But of equal importance was a social event of Saturday, to be planned and carried out by the seniors, who always entertained and initiated the freshmen. As the entire class had part in getting this affair ready and had appointed the committees after the election of officers at their first meeting, no great responsibility rested upon Lakeview suite or its chief mate in Lakeview Corridor. Eloise had suggested naming that Sleepy Hollow, one night when everybody was tired and yawning, but the name was too inappropriate to continue.
“Dear me,” said Cathalina, as the girls were discussing the plans for this senior-freshman party, “we’re really seniors this year and have all the duties and honors of our rank. What is the purpose of this?”
“Cathalina,” said Betty, “we must have ‘objects’ and ‘purposes’ on the brain, and no wonder. There isn’t any to this, except to welcome the freshmen. The ‘initiation’ is in place of any hazing. Miss Randolph won’t hear to the least bit of that. If a girl wants to find herself at home in a jiffy, just let her try some of it. But I do hope that the committee will think up something funny.”
At that moment there came a knock on the door and two senior girls were admitted. “May we have Lilian?” they asked.
“She and Hilary went over to the library about half an hour ago, and then were going down to the lake.”