Mrs. Laird was a pleasant woman of about fifty and Janet saw her keen eyes take in every inch of their costumes in a glance and she thought she saw just a trace of suspicion arise in the dean’s eyes.
Janet’s father explained their mission, pointing out that because of their coming trip to Radio City they would be late in taking up class work.
“It’s a little unusual to arrange registration in this way,” said the dean, “but I believe you can be accommodated.”
For an hour they went over class schedules, the dean advising them on the courses best suited to what they had in mind. She assisted them in filling out the final registration cards and paused at one question.
“Do you hope to join a sorority?” she asked.
“We won’t be here in time for the rushing parties,” replied Janet. “Perhaps that had better wait until another semester, that is, if any of the groups should want us for membership.”
The dean’s cool eyes surveyed the fashionably dressed girls.
“I rather imagine you could take your pick of the sororities right now if the girls were here,” she said.
The registration was over. The girls were to have rooms in Currier Hall, an old but comfortable dormitory.
“The dean seemed a little cool,” said Helen.