“What about yourself?” Betsy answered smiling.
For an instant Sue thought they were going to embrace. She was such a sentimental little piece she hated “scenes” unless she was in them.
“I am going to write Dot this minute,” Sue said, “and it will be all over B. G. Hi two days from now.”
Mimi wished the news would spread on to State University where Walter, sophomore camp life guard of the previous summer, could hear it. However, she didn’t say so. She never mentioned Walter except to her diary unless she was showing the pictures in her camp count book.
“At present, I have only one worry worth mentioning,” Mimi sighed contentedly. “These bloomin’ Society bids. Betsy, forget you’re a Ruskin and tell me what to do? I am thrilled to death they want me, but to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth, I don’t care a hang about joining either one of them.”
“Be a Ruskin,” Sue interrupted.
“Why a Ruskin? Why is it the one to join?”
“I don’t know, except—I’ve joined it.” There it was out and she wasn’t supposed to tell until Friday.
“You have!”
“Please be a Delphian, Mimi.” Chloe spoke quietly, but she was pleading. “I’ve pledged Delphian.”