Chapter 8
Week 4, Instructor Calendar, March 1898
To mourn a mischief that is past and gone
Is the next way to draw new mischief on.
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Concordia loathed Glove Night, with a passion typically reserved for war, famine, and pestilence.
She reluctantly groped her way up the stairs in the early morning light, toward the sounds of freshmen wailing overhead.
The sophomores never seemed to tire of their pranks on the freshmen, and Glove Night was their favorite. It was astonishing to contemplate the organization required for sophomores from all six cottages on the same night to slip into freshmen rooms, steal their gloves, hide them throughout the grounds, and return to their own beds without detection. If only they would apply such cunning and forethought to their work.
The upstairs c
