“Ah, perhaps we had better go to your room,” Carol declared brightly.
“I’ll bring them here,” Madge offered.
Neither the hot chocolate nor the cookies lasted very long when once the six girls set seriously about the task of devouring them.
“You know,” Janet said, munching the icing off her cookie before she ate the rest of it, “I heard that one of the Chemistry teachers is sending the Dean candy and flowers.”
“Mmmmm,” Carol hummed.
“Romantic idiots!” Madge called them. “Because the Dean is young and good looking you think there is a romance.”
“Well, why not? Even college professors aren’t immune to it. Look at Gale——” Janet offered mischievously. “Even she was conquered by a birdman.”
“That isn’t all about the Dean,” Valerie said in a whisper and the others leaned forward in interest. “I heard someone is trying to murder her—or something.”
“What do you mean?” Gale asked tensely. “Tell us!”
“I heard,” Valerie said, “that her house was set afire yesterday.”