“No. And they won’t be invited to ours,” cried Bess, promptly.
“If we have a spread,” agreed Nan.
“It’s just the thing,” Bess pursued, very enthusiastic. “Eating promotes fellowship——”
“And indigestion,” laughed Nan. “Especially such a combination as Laura had in her room the other night—sour pickles, ice-cream cones, and salted peanuts.”
“Whew! that was fierce!” acknowledged Bess. “I didn’t eat much; but I felt squirmy, just the same, after it. But if we give the girls the big eats, let’s have something nice, but digestible.”
“Let’s!” agreed Nan. “Of course, it’s against the rules——”
“Oh, dear, now! don’t begin that,” begged Bess.
“We—ell——”
“They all do it. If Dr. Beulah wasn’t so awfully strict about our having what she calls a ‘plain, wholesome supper,’ and refusing to let us add sweets, and the like, to the supper bill-of-fare, I’m sure the girls wouldn’t be dying for these spreads.”
“If the girls had what they wanted at supper, Dr. Prescott would have to charge about twice what she does now for tuition and board at Lakeview Hall.”