DADDY-LONG-LEGS (39)

DADDY-LONG-LEGS (39)


    We had a molasses candy pull last Friday evening, given by the house marton of Fergussen to the left-behinds in the other halls. There were twenty-two of us altogether, freshmen and sophomores and juniors and seniors all united in amicable accord. The kitchen is huge, with copper pots and kettles hanging in rows on the stone wall ー the littlest casserole among them about the size of wash boiler. Four handred girls live in Fergussen. The chef, in a white cap and apron, fetched out twenty-two other white caps and aprons ー I can't imagine where he got so many ー and we all turned ourselves into cooks.

    It was great fun, though I have seen better candy. When it was finally finished, and ourselves and the kitchen and the door-knobs all thoroughly sticky, we organized a precession and still in our caps and aprons, each carrying a big fork or spoon or flying pan, we marched through the empty corridors and instructors were passing a tranquil evening. We serenaded them with college songs and offered refreshments. They accept politely but dubiously. We left them sucking chunks of molasses candy, sticky and speechless.

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今回ちょっと長いのですけれど、次回で一旦終わります。