“Oh, yes. That was even worse. It came from your particular friend, Professor Green. She interrupted him in the middle of a lecture with one of those unnecessary questions new girls ask to show how much they know. And then she said something about methods at Mill Town High School.”
“Really?” chorused the voices. “And what did he say?”
“He looked very much bored and replied that they were not interested in Mill Town High School, and he would be obliged if she would pay attention to the lecture. It was a public rebuke, nothing more nor less.”
“The mean thing,” exclaimed Molly.
“Now, Molly,” interposed Margaret, “you know very well that girls of that type ought to be taken down. They are never tolerated at college. A conceited boy at college is always thoroughly hazed until there’s not a drop of conceit left, and it does him good. And since we can’t haze, we simply have to extinguish a fresh freshie. Miss Higgins may develop into a very nice girl in a year or two, but at present she’s the veriest little upstart——”
“Do be careful,” said Molly cautiously. “I’ve invited her this afternoon to drink tea——”
“Molly Brown,” they cried, pummeling her with sofa cushions and beating her with her own slippers.
“Really, Molly, you must restrain your inviting habits,” said Judy.
“I’m sorry,” apologized poor Molly.
“Why did you do it, pray? You know perfectly well no one here wants her.”