"
"Fine. This is a jolly old shack. Good night, Mrs. Livingston," added the
girl with more gentleness than she had yet shown. "Good old party, isn't
she?"
"Oh, Jane don't speak like that. Mrs. Livingston is a very superior woman.
She is more than that here; she is the mother of us all and she is so
good."
"Then I'll call her mamma. But Harriet?"
"Yes?" smiled Harriet.
"You'll have to mix the stuff for the candy."
"Why?"
"I never made any in my life."
"That is too bad. I can't make it for you. That would not be honest, but I
will write down the recipe and tell you how to make it. You must do the
actual work yourself. There is another thing I think perhaps I should
mention to-night. The girls hazed myself and Tommy the other night. They
may try to haze you, though I hardly think they will dare so soon after
the other affair. There was considerable trouble raised over that."
"Haze me?" Jane laughed merrily. "Feel that," she commanded, extending a
bare arm that to Harriet's touch seemed as hard as iron, "Do you think
they will haze Crazy Jane, eh?"
"I hardly think they will," answered Harriet, smiling and nodding. "I
should feel sorry for them if they tried."
"They'd feel more sorry for themselves."
"It is nearly nine o'clock, dear. You had better get ready for bed,"
advised Harriet.
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