Greeted by frequent slaps on the shoulder , and hearty `` How are you , old fellows , '' they piloted Kitty to a seat in the chapel . An excellent place , but the girl 's satisfaction was marred by Fletcher 's desertion , and she could not see anything attractive about the dashing young lady in the pink bonnet to whom he devoted himself , `` because she was a stranger , '' Kitty said . Everybody knows what goes on in the Chapel , after the fight and scramble are over . The rustle and buzz , the music , the oratory and the poem , during which the men cheer and the girls simper ; the professors yawn , and the poet 's friends pronounce him a second Longfellow . Then the closing flourishes , the grand crush , and general scattering . Then the fun really begins , as far as the young folks are concerned . They do n't mind swarming up and down stairs in a solid phalanx ; they can enjoy half a dozen courses of salad , ice and strawberries , with stout gentlemen crushing their feet , anxious mammas sticking sharp elbows into their sides , and absent-minded tutors walking over them . They can flirt vigorously in a torrid atmosphere of dinner , dust , and din ; can smile with hot coffee running down their backs , small avalanches of ice-cream descending upon their best bonnets , and sandwiches , butter-side down , reposing on their delicate silks . They know that it is a costly rapture , but they carefully refrain from thinking of the morrow , and energetically illustrate the Yankee maxim which bids us enjoy ourselves in our early bloom . Kitty did have `` a rousing good time ; '' for Jack was devoted , taking her everywhere , showing her everything , feeding and fanning her , and festooning her train with untiring patience . How many forcible expressions he mentally indulged in as he walked on that unlucky train we will not record ; he smiled and skipped and talked of treading on flowers in a way that would have charmed Kitty , if some one else had not been hovering about `` The Daisy , '' as Fletcher called her . After he returned , she neglected Jack , who took it coolly , and was never in the way unless she wanted him . For the first time in her life , Kitty deliberately flirted . The little coquetries , which are as natural to a gay young girl as her laughter , were all in full play , and had she gone no further no harm would have been done . But , excited by the example of those about her , Kitty tried to enact the fashionable young lady , and , like most novices , she overdid the part . Quite forgetting her cousin , she tossed her head , twirled her fan , gave affected little shrieks at college jokes , and talked college slang in a way that convulsed Fletcher , who enjoyed the fun immensely . Jack saw it all , shook his head and said nothing ; but his face grew rather sober as he watched Kitty , flushed , dishevelled , and breathless , whirling round Lyceum Hall , on the arm of Fletcher , who danced divinely , as all the girls agreed . Jack had proposed going , but Kitty had frowned , so he fell back , leaving her to listen and laugh , blush and shrink a little at her partner 's flowery compliments and admiring glances . `` If she stands that long she 's not the girl I took her for , '' thought Jack , beginning to lose patience . `` She does n't look like my little Kitty , and somehow I do n't feel half so fond and proud of her as usual .
I XXXXX one thing , my daughters shall never be seen knocking about in that style . ''
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