When they reached the rooms which were on the upper floor of a private residence a little distance from the college buildings they found all the girls chatting merrily and laughing over the evening's adventures. Soon, however, they proceeded to serious matters, and the five freshmen and one sophomore were initiated into the noble society of Gamma Chi. As it was then, and still is, a secret society, it would not be fitting to divulge the mysteries which were revealed to the wondering six. Suffice it to say that in due time the serious business ended, the eating began, and such quantities of food as those thirty girls consumed! At length, however, they were satisfied and arose and forming a circle they joined hands and sang: "Oh, here's to Gamma Chi, Gamma Chi; Oh, here's to Gamma Chi, Gamma Chi; Oh, here's to Gamma Chi. We'll be loyal till we die; Drink it down, drink it down to Gamma Chi, Chi, Chi!" And then the president, Florence Farnsworth, took the bunch of American Beauty roses which stood in the center of the table and gave one rose to each of the new members and pinned a glittering gold star upon the left side of their waists, saying as she did so, "Just above your hearts, girls; always loyal to Gamma Chi. Now, three cheers for our six new members." After these were given, it was all over and the girls departed to their different dormitories. As Jean had expected, she found Elizabeth had gone to bed and to sleep, but not before first putting Jean's kimona and slippers on the couch so that she might make herself comfortable as soon as she arrived. Jean put her beautiful rose in a long, thin vase she had recently purchased in town and then placed it on Elizabeth's desk. She wished that there might have been one more freshman initiated that evening. She saw how impossible it was just then, but it was something to work for by herself. She was just beginning to see something of the real Elizabeth of whom the other girls had not the slightest suspicion. Just before she retired Jean went to her desk and filled out a telegram blank which she found there: "To MISS ANNA MAITLANDT, Massachusetts General Hospital, Boston, Massachusetts: "From now on it is to be sister and cousin. "JEAN." CHAPTER VI THE HARVARD-YALE GAME "Oh, Elizabeth, it's come, it's come!" and Jean danced into the room and frantically waved several sheets of paper in her hands. "What's come?" said Elizabeth, as she looked up from her history. "My letter from Tom, and the invitation to the Harvard-Yale game. You see, I've been wondering all the fall if I was to go, or whether Tom would find other fellows' sisters more attractive and forget all about me. Don't you know that little verse: "All good boys love their sisters; So good I have grown, That I love other boys' sisters 'Most as well as my own."