“Do you like me as well as you do Katherine?” the strange girl pursued.
A vision of Katherine, familiar, dear, loyal,—her own room-mate, rose mistily before Peggy’s eyes.
“No,” she said, truthfully, “of course not.”
“Oh,” Gloria answered, “then it isn’t like the rest. Perhaps I can talk to you anyway. I know that it was your efforts that made me president, though, in the first place. Why did you do that?”
“Because I knew you were the girl for the place.”
“But I wasn’t.”
“I think you have proved yourself to be all we hoped, and more.”
“But you don’t—know about things.”
“I know a good deal. The freshmen swear by you. They would follow your example——”
“My example!”