“To go back———” began Peggy.
The rippling notes of irresponsible song came from Gertie.
“Do you think there’s any intelligence in this group of highly cultured persons?” complained Peggy. “Because I don’t. I wanted to have you girls help me about a real problem——”
“But not our problem, Peggy,” reminded Katherine; “in fact it’s none of our business.”
“It’s Glory’s, Glory’s, hallelujah’s,” chanted Doris as an apropos contribution to the talk.
“Oh, I never heard anything so perfectly baffling as you people,” cried Peggy in despair. “Here I was going to have a serious discussion——”
“Serious discussion!” gasped Gertie Van Gorder. “Quick, girls, pass Peggy some more of her own nuts.”
Even while the box was being passed, the irrepressible roomful took up the Hampton song where Peggy had interrupted them when she found them in Myra’s room.
“Just one college,
And that’s the college we sing to:
Just one college,
And that’s the college for us.
There’s neighbor Holyoke over the way—
There’s just one college for us!
But she can neither dance nor play,—
There’s just one college for us.
Just one college,
And that’s the college we sing to.
Just one college,
And that’s the college for us.
Oh, Vassar has a noble site—
There’s just one college for us!
But men, men, men are her delight—
There’s just one college for us!”