“Yes,” admitted Nancy.
“Well, come into my room. It’s Number 40. I’m chummed with a girl who has gone to that party.”
“You—you know about it, then?” stammered Nancy.
“I should say I did.”
“And your roommate was invited—and not you?”
“Grace and her crowd aren’t in love with me,” remarked Jennie.
“Oh!”
“And I reckon they are not overpoweringly fond of you?” suggested Jennie.
Nancy could not speak then. Jennie put her arm over her shoulder.
“Come on into my bed, Nancy,” she said. “Sally will wake us up when she comes back from the spread. I think Cora and that Montgomery girl have treated you just as meanly as they could.”