"I thought they would do someone good," she said. "They are so
fragrant."

"Aren't they!" Dorothy said, burying her pretty nose in the white
lilies. "They smell better than florists' bouquets. I suppose that's
from the country air. Now I'll go collect clocks," and without asking
anyone's permission Dorothy went from room to room, snatching alarm
clocks from every dresser that held one.

"Susan's is a peach," she told Nan, apologizing with a smile, for the
slang. "It goes off for fifteen minutes if you don't stop it, and it
sounds like a church bell."

"Nellie will think she has gotten into college," Nan said, laughing.
"This is like hazing, isn't it?"

"Only we won't really annoy her," said Dorothy. "We just want to make
her laugh. College boys, they say, do all sorts of mean things. Make
a boy swim in an icy river and all that."

"I hope Bert never goes to a school where they do hazing," said Nan,
feeling for her brother's safety. "I think such sport is just
wicked!"

"So do I," declared Dorothy, "and if I were a new fellow, and they
played such tricks on me, I would just wait for years if I had to, to
pay them back."

"I'd put medicine in their coffee, or do something."