“But when are we to see it?”
“Oh, later we’ll give you a tea, with Aunt Anna or Mrs. Blair to chaperon us. You’ll have a chance then to offer any amount of advice.”
“We’ll give you points that may be useful next year.”
“Ah! next year we’ll be Sophomores, and Sophomores know everything,” retorted Julia.
“Yes, and sometimes more than everything. We did, didn’t we, Philip?”
“I should say so! I’ve never since been so wise as I was in that Sophomore year. I’d almost like to be a Sophomore again.”
“You may have the chance,” interposed Will, “if you drop down a class at a time.”
Philip looked uncomfortable.
“Be careful, please; no twitting on facts.”
“On facts?” queried Ruth. “Is it as bad as that?”