Nora nodded. She, too, had a brother in College.
"What was it?" asked Edith. "You haven't told me, Philip."
"How funny you are, Edith," said Belle. "You never hear anything. Hasn't anyone told you how the other fellows made him run blindfolded in his shirt sleeves down Beacon Street?"
"No, really?"
"Of course, really!"
"And then they led him up the steps into Mrs. Oxford's when she was giving an afternoon tea, and when they took the bandage off his eyes there he was in his shirt sleeves, without his hat, and his hair all tumbled, and everybody looking at him."
"Oh," said one girl, and "Ah," said another; and "How silly!" they all cried together.
"If girls amused themselves like that what fun you'd make of us!" said the practical Nora.
"I shouldn't think there'd be much fun in making anybody uncomfortable."
"Oh, it gives a fellow a chance to show what kind of stuff he's made of," explained Philip, "whether he has good manners, and whether he's clever—and all that."