“And I’ll dress in my very best and make an impression for her sake,” Peggy went on, thinking aloud.
“Wear that rose-colored dress and those cute pumps,” suggested Katherine, interestedly.
“No, not the rose-colored dress, and not the pumps,” Peggy returned with a slight shiver.
The first thing she did, when they reached their room, was to drag the pumps from their hiding place and wrap them carefully in a sheet of newspaper.
“What in the world——?” began Katherine.
“I’m—I’m going to take them to be resoled,” murmured Peggy hastily.
[CHAPTER V—MORNING GLORY]
Freshman elections began with a babble.
Everywhere the insistent voices of the lobbyists were heard. Upper-class girls had come in to impress the freshmen as to the proper name to write on the voting slips.
“She’s a dandy girl,” was shouted confidentially into Peggy’s ears so many times, while she didn’t know who was nor why she was, that she couldn’t help having a high opinion of her class altogether. Every girl in it seemed to be “dandy” in somebody’s judgment.