Publisher's Synopsis
Theodora pushed through the yellow and purple crowd, a sea of flags and ribbons and great paper flowers, caught a glimpse of the red and green river that flowed steadily in at the other door, and felt her heart contract. What a lot of girls! And the freshmen were always beaten- "Excuse me, but I can't move! You'll have to wait," said some one. Theodora realized that she was crowding, and apologized. A tall girl with a purple stick moved by the great line that stretched from the gymnasium to the middle of the campus, and looked keenly at Theodora. "How did you get here?" she asked. "You must go to the end-we're not letting any one slip in at the front. The jam is bad enough as it is." Theodora blushed. "I'm-I'm on the Sub-team," she murmured, "and I'm late. I-" "Oh!" said the junior. "Why did you come in here? You go in the other door. Just pass right in here, though," and Theodora, quite crimson with the consciousness of a hundred eyes, pulled her mackintosh about her and slipped in ahead of them all. Oh, here's to Ninety-yellow, And her praise we'll ever tell-oh, Drink her down, drink her down, drink her down, down, down! the line called after her, and her mouth trembled with excitement. She could just hear the other line:
