They drew Number 83—a lovely room, much larger than their old one and more sumptuously furnished. It had a double door, too, and the walls were almost sound-proof.
“What a lovely room to study in!” cried Nancy.
“And a great one to hold ‘orgies’ in,” whispered Jennie, her eyes twinkling.
So they determined, a week after school opened, to have “a house-warming.” Nancy had a good part of her spending money, given to her by Mr. Gordon during vacation, left in her purse. They invited twenty of their closest friends of the junior class and, as Jennie expressed it, “just laid themselves out” for a fine spread.
There was to be fudge, too, which Nancy had the knack of making. The chums had a chafing dish hidden away, and this was brought forth and the ingredients made ready, while Nancy hovered over the dish like a gray-robed witch.
“Do you know what Cora Rathmore said?” chattered one of the visitors.
“Everything but her prayers!” declared Jennie, with sarcasm.
“No, no! about this racket to-night.”
“Didn’t know she knew we were going to have a house-warming,” said Jennie, looking up quickly. “I hope not!”
“She does know,” said another girl.