"I don't know that that's such an awful faux pas," Blue Bonnet said with asperity. "They always have afternoon tea at Oxford. Alec Trent has a friend there and he told him so."
"Well—in England—that's different. It's so awfully English, you know."
"That's why I thought maybe they did it at Harvard. Because it is so awfully English, you know!"
Blue Bonnet's eyes twinkled mischievously.
A few hours later, as the girls were on their way to the gymnasium to dance, Mrs. White overtook Sue and stopped her for a moment.
"It is all right, Susan," she said. "Miss North is very glad to have you accept your brother's invitation for Friday afternoon, and I shall go with pleasure."
Sue's feet took wings as she caught up with Blue Bonnet and Annabel.
"We can go," she announced breathlessly. "Friday! Harvard! I just knew we could. Isn't it great? At two-thirty, remember! And girls! Don't forget—borrow everything you can, and look stunning!"