College stories; Women college students -- Juvenile fiction
"Very slowly and cautiously she stepped down upon the trellis, which
proved perfectly capable of holding her weight, and in a moment she was
on the ground. We followed suit, and in my haste to be out I forgot to
close the window and I'm wondering now if the cold air from the window
has chilled the whole house. Anyway, I didn't go back to close it. We
crept back of the house without saying a word and walked fully five
minutes before we stopped to get our bearings and hold a consultation.
Edith knew where we were and told us that a short cut would take us
up back of Faculty Row. If we could only get one of the faculty to
chaperon us we could telephone for an automobile and get out to the
banquet before it was too late. We knew Miss Hooper and Miss Moulton
were out here, so we determined to ask Mlle. Franchant to go with us,
knowing her fondness for the freshmen. We stumbled through backyards
and over fences and finally reached Mlle. Franchant's house. We told
her our story and persuaded her to chaperon us out here. We telephoned
for an automobile and here we are at last, a little the worse for wear,
perhaps, but loyal members of 1915," and she sat down amid vigorous
clapping and shouts of "Bravo!"
Lois then called upon Edith McCausland to tell the story of her capture.
"My story is very similar to Elizabeth's," she said, "except the first
part. I had an afternoon lecture and when I came out of College Hall
and was on my way to West, Helen Humphrey overtook me and asked me if I
would like a short automobile ride. You know she rooms next to me and
we've always been very good friends. Her aunt had offered her machine
to her that afternoon and it would be at West in about fifteen minutes.
I pleaded an engagement, but she urged so hard I thought I might go for
an hour or so and then take a late train in town. After we had ridden
until it was almost dark, Helen suggested that we stop for a moment at
her aunt's house. I was on pins and needles, for I knew I must hurry
or I'd never make the train. Still, it seemed the only polite thing to
stop a moment and thank her aunt for the ride.
"When we rang the bell we were admitted by a maid, who sent us
upstairs. The rest of the story you know, for Bess has told you. It's
been the most exciting experience I've ever had, but now that we're
here and have fooled those horrid sophs, I don't mind the rest. But
there's one consolation, girls, we'll be sophs ourselves next year and
we ought to take all this in the right spirit, as no real harm has been
done by our enemies," and Edith sat down as though she were very, very
tired. The girls were impartial in their applause and gave Edith her
full share and then Jean was called upon for her story.
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