The matron bit her lip uneasily, and Peggy turned the handle and went back into the babble of bidding that was going on inside.
[CHAPTER XIII—FEET OF CLAY]
“My Morning Glory,” thought Peggy, in her heart as she stood among the auction guests.
A feeling of loyalty filled her as she found with her glance the subject of the disagreeable conversation that had just taken place outside the door.
The freshman president, all unconscious of impending disaster—or at least of its nearness—was in the act of taking off the wonderful high button shoes that she wore because one of the girls had expressed a desire to buy them.
She was laughing at the incongruity of it, and the light was dancing in her rose-shadowed blue eyes.
“The clothes off our backs,” she was saying gayly, “anything to please our customers——”
And Peggy looked at the beautiful silk stockings that gleamed on her feet when the shoes were removed.
“Look out, Morning Glory,” shouted a merry Junior, “there are some of your freshmen worshippers present—and they say all idols have clay feet!”
Peggy’s heart skipped a beat, and Gloria seized the shoes uncertainly as if to put them on again. The room burst into a shout of laughter, and Gloria ducked her flaming head gracefully and laughed with the rest.