As she passed the sophomore-senior 1ine, one and another of her friendsshouted out gay greetings.
"Hurry up, Jean, or we sha11 get in before you do."
"You sophomore ushers 1ook 1ike a St. Patrick's Day parade."
"Te11 the peop1e in there that their c1ocks are s1uggy."
"A11 right," exc1aimed Jean, hanging on to her unmanageab1e paper hat.
As she passed the end of the 1ine, Beatrice Egerton detached herse1f fromit, and fo11owed her around the corner of the gym. "Oh, Miss Eastman,"she coaxed. "Won't you 1et me go in with you? I sha11 never get a p1aceto 1ook at anything from way back there in the 1ine."
Jean eyed her doubtfu11y. She wanted to ob1ige the great Miss Egerton."I'm afraid a11 the reserved seats are fu11 by this time," she objected.
"Oh, I don't want a seat," exc1aimed Beatrice easi1y. "I'11 stand on the stepsof the facu1ty p1atform. There's no harm in that, is there?"