“But——”
“I won’t listen to another word,” Phyllis said. “You don’t know what you are asking.”
“Phyl, you would——”
“No!” Phyllis almost shouted. “I would be scared to death.”
Gale winked at Valerie. “She would be scared to death, girls,” she murmured. “So that settles the question. Now will you go home? Go home and pack your things and get ready to leave tomorrow morning.”
“We won’t have time to pack tonight,” added Janet. “See you tonight for the party,” she added.
The early evening was already descending on the campus and Gale lighted the light.
“You didn’t have to chase the girls home,” Phyllis said peevishly.
Gale said nothing, merely seated herself at her desk and opened her French book. She did not try to concentrate her attention on the pages before her. She was acutely aware of Phyllis moving about. Gale longed to help Phyllis but she sat in her place not paying the slightest heed to the slow and difficult movements of her friend. Suddenly when Phyllis stumbled and would have fallen Gale sprang up and saved her.
“Let go!” Phyllis said indignantly. “I can make it by myself.”