But they muffled themselves up properly, and with a final interlude of feeding the dog so that Madame Durant would not have it to do later, they were off. Félicie had refused to enter a street car in light things. “They’ll think we’re shop-girls just back from the Park, you _know_ they will!” And so they had indulged in the formal luxury of a taxi. “I suppose auntie was wise about those coats,” Félicie said; “but I do hate to encourage her in anything.” “It seems so strange to have an older woman supervise one’s clothes,” said Joy. “I suppose that’s because my mother died when I was so little, and father never wanted anyone to take her place—he wouldn’t even have a housekeeper.” “Most girls would have been pretty queer, living that way. You were lucky to have come through it all right.” “_But did I?_” Joy wondered, as Félicie turned to peer out of the window at the smug blue sky. She had dismissed the subject. “I’ve never been able to figure out why Harvard always gives such pepless parties compared to other colleges. I’d never mention it to a Harvard man, because you know it’s just as bad as discussing religion, you never get _anywhere_—but why do you suppose it is?” “Never having been to a Harvard affair——” “I shall die to-night, simply pass out, that’s all. I’m sunk when I think of it. I just will make Hal take me somewhere else, that’s all. In the first place everyone brings a girl and you know that’s wrong. It leaves absolutely no stags. That ruins everything right there.” “Poor Harvard! Getting knocked for single-mindedness,” Joy murmured. “That’s just what it is! At the Harvard-Yale game last fall, some Yale men, friends of Greg’s, came over and cut in on me at the tea dance afterwards—they really made the dance almost good—and the Harvard men were simply furious! They’ve just got their minds set on straight dances!” “Oh, well, you can’t generalize. All Harvard men can’t be so resourceful that they enjoy having a whole dance with a girl.” Before Félicie had this sifted down, the taxi-man drew up and informed them that they would have to walk from there. The little clouds that had threatened like a baby’s playful fist in the sapphire laughter of the sky, were now striking blows of grey menace into the blue. “Didn’t I _know_ it would rain!” Félicie wailed. “Just _look_ at that sky. _Why_ do they have the Stadium exercises out-doors?”