“Girls:—The Sophs have got news of our banquet, so we have changed from the Watson House to the Goodwin. Everybody go down to Fanny Berginrose’s right after chapel. The fish have come.”
Within ten minutes every member of the Freshman class had read the note, and it is to be feared that during the next half-hour their minds were less occupied with the services than with curiosity and the thought of planked white fish.
Immediately after chapel the Freshman girls separated.
A party of Sophomore boys gathered behind the chapel and eyed the retreating Freshmen suspiciously.
“There’s something up, fellows, sure,” said Bert Loranger. “We’d better shadow the Freshies.”
“You and George go, Bert,” said Theodore Lathrop. “They’ll smell a mouse if a crowd follows. We’ll go up to Chapin Hall and you can ’phone us the news.”
The party separated, and George and Bert strolled down the path leading through the campus toward town. The girls were in sight as they crossed Pleasant Street and turned up Public Avenue. Bert slipped behind the Parsonage and watched them cat-a-cornered through its bay window.
BERT WATCHED THEM THROUGH THE BAY WINDOW
“They’re going to Fanny Berginrose’s!” he exclaimed.