“Howdy!” The girl who was using the bed footboard as a horse said, extending a brown hand. “I’m Ricky Allen. I’m in the room across the hall.”
“I’m glad to know you,” Gale said, laughing in spite of herself, “but would you mind telling me what that noise was just now?”
Phyllis wiped the tears from her eyes. “Ricky is from Wyoming and she was illustrating a cowboy round-up whoop for me.”
There was a heavy knock upon the door. Gale opened it.
“Who is being murdered?” Adele Stevens asked calmly.
Gale shook her head. “It was a mistake. It seems only a cowboy war-whoop got loose. We have it under control now,” she added.
When the Sorority president was gone Ricky grinned at the two girls.
“Reckon I’m goin’ to like this place now I’ve met you. I didn’t at first. I was lonesome for my ranch and my horses.”
“I understand the new Dean plans to have stables and horses installed to teach the girls riding,” Gale said.
“Yipeeee!” Ricky greeted the news eagerly. “That’ll be great. I’ve gotta tell my roommate that!”