Hardly had Julia and Ruth stepped into the Auditorium that Saturday afternoon when a girl with a ribbon badge greeted them warmly. From a table near the door she took two slips of paper, and, pinning one on Julia’s dress, said pleasantly, “You must excuse my being so unceremonious, but we find that this is the best way of making girls acquainted with one another, by giving them slips of paper with their names written on them. I honestly think that you feel more like talking to a girl if you know her name. Your slips are white, but we old girls wear blue.”
“But how did you know which slips of paper to give us?” asked Ruth, as she received a decoration like Julia’s.
“Oh, I was interested, that is, I asked particularly who you were the other day,” replied the older girl in a flattering tone. “But now I must find your Senior for you,” she concluded; “perhaps you haven’t met her.”
“My Senior?” asked Julia. “Why, how in the world do I happen to have one?”
“Excuse me, then, until I find her. She will tell you all about it.”
Soon Julia found herself standing before a tall, plain girl with glasses, who wore her Senior’s gown ungracefully.
“This is your Senior adviser, Miss Townall, Miss Bourne. I am sure that you will like each other;” and the vivacious usher, asking Ruth to accompany her, turned away to find Ruth’s Senior.
“Miss Darcy is always bright and cheerful,” said Miss Townall, making an effort to talk to Julia.
“Yes, indeed, I like her immensely. She’s a Sophomore, I suppose?”
“Yes, and very popular.” Jane looked at Julia, as if at an utter loss for a subject of conversation, until Julia asked her to explain the system of assigning Senior adviser. In giving information Jane waxed eloquent, and explained that the Emmanuel Society made the arrangements, bringing it about that each Senior should take charge of one Freshman, holding herself ready to give her any needed advice.