She was wondering as Mary spoke how it would all end, and a little frown wrinkled her brow.
"What's the matter with you, Blue Bonnet?" Mary asked. "You're as sober as a judge. They weren't discussing you in the meeting, were they?"
Blue Bonnet started. Mary had come so close to the truth that it brought the color to her cheeks.
"Oh, I just wager they were! Look how she's blushing."
Carita was indignant.
"The very idea, Mary. What's Blue Bonnet done? You are the worst—"
"I know what's the matter with Blue Bonnet," Peggy Austin said. "She's scared pink! She had better be, too. She's going to be initiated into the Lambs to-night. They won't do a thing to her! Why, when they took Angela Dare in, she had hysterics. They had to get a doctor for her. It nearly broke up their club. Miss North said it came near ending sororities for all time in the school."
"Oh, pooh," Mary scoffed. "Angela has no business in one anyhow. She's too emotional. One never knows what she's going to do. She has high strikes over exams—and just anything. Angela's only half human. She's like that Mrs. Harriet Beecher Stowe—or somebody who was so frail in body—"
"Mrs. Stowe!" Blue Bonnet exclaimed.
"She means Mrs. Browning," Peggy said loftily. "English isn't Mary's long suit."