“There,” said Ruth, “what geese boys can make of themselves! Actually, I think that I recognized Philip among them.”
“Yes, I believe he’s in training.”
“Well, I’m glad that he has something to do. But I wonder that he and Will haven’t called on us.”
“Seeing us may remind them. I know that they have been intending to call.”
Julia’s surmise proved correct, and that very evening the cards of the two Seniors were brought to them. When Julia and Ruth went downstairs to see them, Philip said in half apology:
“We’ve often wandered in this direction in our evening strolls, but we have never had the courage to come in.”
“What in the world made you so courageous tonight?”
“Well, you see,” said Will, “Philip came back to the club after dinner with glowing accounts of you both. He said that he could not see that you had changed a hair since coming to Radcliffe.”
“What in the name of common sense did he expect?” Ruth’s voice had a note of indignation.
“Why, we expected a great alteration. In the first place, to be typical Radcliffe girls you ought to wear glasses. Then I am sure that you ought to have had a huge bundle of books under your arm, and your clothes—it gets on my nerves to see the clothes most of the Cambridge girls wear; I suppose they are Radcliffe girls. But I could see that you looked as up-to-date as Edith.”