“I suppose you will,” said Elizabeth slowly, with a hard look on her face that prevented further conversation on that point.
The girls took whatever seats they wished at the table for the first few days. The next week they would be given permanent places.
With her new friend beside her, Dolly found the meal pleasant enough.
Afterward, they hurried to Dolly’s sitting-room and began their preparations for making fudge. There was lots of fun and laughter over it.
“How many do you think will come? I want just about enough pieces on this plate to go around. If any should be left over, they might want us to finish it, and I think that we may have had enough by that time.”
“I am sure that we shall,” and Elizabeth nibbled away voraciously. “How small you are making the pieces, Dolly.”
“No need of wasting anything. I want each one to have a piece small enough so that she will put it all in her mouth at once. See? You did not tell me how many guests we might expect.”
“About fifteen, I think. They go out in squads. All of them cannot visit every Freshman, so they divide up. I heard them talking in our sitting-room while I was dressing. They didn’t know that I was there, fortunately.”
“I’m going to shove that plate half under the paper, so–” suiting the action to the word, “they will think we are hiding it from them. Here are some pieces for us to nibble. Quick, sit down; take the candy in your hand, I hear them coming.”
A knock at the door.