You made fun of the girls who did want them, and all the time you've had this one up your sleeve.

Kathleen, explain." "If he's a relative," Peggy interposed, serenely, "we'll let you off.
You've never been initiated into anything.

You haven't even had your freshman hazing, because the Dean doesn't approve of such doings, and we felt that we'd better keep it out of the family, but there are limits, aren't there, girls ?" Kit laughed up at them, as she groped about on the floor picking up the scattered pages of notes.
"Well, he's a relative, if you must know," she retorted.

"He's my father's first cousin's husband's grandchild.

Now haze me if you like." Vowing that this connection was altogether too nebulous to save her from the threatened penalty, the girls buried the hatchet for the time being in the entertainment of the guests.
"I suppose Hope looks pretty small to you after the universities back east," Norma said to Billie, as they made the rounds of the buildings, after Amy had played hostess with Kit's help, and had brought down a goodly supply of fudge and peanut nougat.
"Looks mighty good," returned Billie, heartily.