“Hardly. The Sophomores are going to pay their respects to the new girls tonight, and while there is nothing like hazing allowed here, there are all sorts of tricks played that the Faculty never takes any notice of. I thought that we might feel more ready for them if we had the moral support of our best clothes.”
“How do you know so much? and what shall we do?”
“I spent last evening in Professor Graydon’s room, and she told me everything that she thought a Freshman ought to know. If you want me to, I will come over here and we can receive together. Your room is stunning and we can certainly hold our own.”
“I thought we were going to make fudge.”
“So we shall, but we’ll hide it when they come. Don’t waste candy on Sophomores, my dear.”
Dolly looked up with a sparkle in her eye. “What will they do?”
“There’s no telling. Nothing dreadful. Make us sing for them or recite, or go through some absurdity.”
“If we refuse?”
“They will simply let us alone, not only tonight, but during the rest of the year. The best thing is to meet them good-naturedly, do what they require, and turn the tables on them, if we can.”
“You must come here, of course. ’Tis a pity if a few Sophomores can frighten us with their jokes. I know one thing that we can do, Elizabeth. You see there is some advantage in having a brother.”