Blue Bonnet looked as if she didn't quite understand.
"But—Sue, can we go? Will Miss North let us?"
"Oh, yes—with Mrs. White. Why not? You're not doing penance for anything are you?"
"No, certainly not! But it seems quite unusual; going off with a lot of boys like that."
"A lot of boys! There's only Billy, and Hammie McVickar, and an escort for me—Billy doesn't say what his name is. I don't call that such a terrible lot; and Harvard is quite respectable. At least, it is supposed to be."
Sue made a funny little grimace that brought all her dimples into play.
"I think it would be glorious, Sue. I certainly hope Miss North will let us accept."
"She will," Sue said confidently. "She let us go last year. Such fun! It makes me laugh to think of it yet. We went to Billy's rooms. He had a caterer and a great spread. Tea and sandwiches; all kinds of cakes, candies—a huge box for each of us to carry home; and the most beautiful ice-cream with nuts in it. Um! I can taste it yet. Oh, but it was larky!"
"It must have been," Blue Bonnet admitted.
"This time, Billy says, it is to be very select. What he calls a close corporation! Just you and Annabel and I, and Mrs. White. They sent Mrs. White a separate invitation. Wasn't that clever of them, since we just had to have a chaperon? I'm going over to her room now to see if she'll accept. Come along."