to attend to.
Saturday came before any one was ready for it, bringing in its wake the
freshman frolic, a jolly, informal dance in the gymnasium, at which the
whole college appears, tagged with its name, and tries to get accustomed
to the size of the entering class, preparatory to becoming acquainted
with parts of it later on. To Betty's great delight Dorothy King met her
in the hall of the Administration Building the day before and asked
permission to take her to the frolic. At the gymnasium Miss King turned
her over to a bewildering succession of partners, who asked her the
stereotyped questions about liking college, having a pleasant
boarding-place, and so on, tried more or less effectively to lead her
through the crowd to the rather erratic music of one piano, and assured
her that the freshman frolic was not at all like the other college
dances. They all seemed very pleasant, but Betty felt sure she should
never know them again. Nevertheless she enjoyed it all immensely and was
almost sorry when the frolic was over and they adjourned to Dorothy's
pretty single room in the Hilton House, where a few other upper-class
girls had been invited to bring their freshmen for refreshments.

"Wasn't it fun?" said Betty to a fluffy-haired, dainty little girl who
sat next her on Dorothy's couch.

"I don't think I should call it exactly fun," said the girl critically.

"Oh, I like meeting new people, and getting into a crowd of girls, and
trying to dance with them," explained Betty.

"Yes, I liked it too," said the girl. She had an odd trick of lingering
over the word she wished to distinguish. "I liked it because it was so
queer. Everything's queer here, particularly roommates. Do you have
one?"

Betty nodded. "Well, mine never made up her bed in her life before, and
first she thought she couldn't, but her mother told her to take hold and
see what a Madison could do with a bed--they're awfully proud of their
old family--so she did; but it looks dreadfully messy yet, and it makes
her late for chapel every single morning. Is yours anything like that?"

Betty laughed. "Oh, no," she said. "She's very orderly. Won't you come
and see us?"

The little freshman promised. By that time the "plowed field" was
ready--an obliging friend had stayed at home from the frolic to give it
an early start--and they ate the creamy brown squares of candy with a
marshmallow stuffed into each, and praised the cook and her wares until
a bell rang a