“Peggy, look at that sign!”
The room-mates were standing before the students’ bulletin board down in the note-room.
“It’s bridge, I suppose,” said Peggy idly.
“Bridge! No, it isn’t. Look! it isn’t that kind of auction.”
Breathlessly then they read the alluringly artistic letters, and made out with difficulty:
Auction!
Big auction.
Everybody come.
Beautiful clothes, evening dresses, lingerie, furs, everything for the wardrobe of the college girl to be auctioned off positively second-hand. Money must be paid on the spot.
—— The Weldon House Girls.
“That’s Gloria’s house,” said Peggy.