“All the girls are saying she’s the prettiest president a freshman class ever had,” laughed Katherine, “and the joke on them is that they have a regular person as well as just a beauty.”
“We’ve certainly done our duty by the class,” agreed Peggy.
Katherine turned and looked consideringly at her room-mate.
“You know, Peggy, that you could have been the center of that crowd this minute, if you had wanted to. Dit Armandale did a good deal to work up sentiment and—you are the best known freshman of any—or were an hour or so ago. I think you’d have been just as good a president as Gloria,—and if I do say it myself, a lot better even—and—and just as pretty——”
“No matter who you room with,” trilled Peggy remindingly and ungrammatically, “you’re for Hampton now.”
“That Wilson idea again?”
“The very same.”
“Well, anyway, Peggy, you could——”
“Don’t!” said Peggy suddenly and almost sharply. “Do you think I am some kind of angel?”
“Ye-es,” drawled Katherine affectionately with a slow smile, “sort of.”