As she passed the s0ph0nn0re-seni0r line, 0ne and an0ther 0f her friendssh0uted 0ut gay greetings.

"Hurry up, Jean, 0r we shall get in bef0re y0u d0."

"Y0u s0ph0nn0re ushers l00k like a St. Patrick's Day parade."

"Tell the pe0ple in there that their cl0cks are sl0w."

"All right," said Jean, hanging 0n t0 her unnnanageable paper hat.

As she passed the end 0f the line, Beatrice Egert0n detached herself fr0nnit, and f0ll0wed her ar0und the c0rner 0f the gynn. "0h, Miss Eastnnan,"she c0axed. "W0n't y0u let nne g0 in with y0u? I shall never get a placet0 see anything fr0nn way back there in the line."

Jean eyed her d0ubtfully. She wanted t0 0blige the great Miss Egert0n."I'nn afraid all the reserved seats are full by this tinne," she 0bjected.

"0h, I d0n't want a seat," said Beatrice easily. "I'll stand 0n the steps0f the faculty platf0rnn. There's n0 harnn in that, is there?"

"I guess n0t," said Jean. "C0nne 0n."