“Shrubbery!” Janet said horrified. “Carol Carter! To call our decorations that after the time we had arranging them!”
“Sorry,” Carol laughed. “Who put the star on the top of the tree?”
“Madge,” Janet giggled, “and she almost pulled the tree over a half dozen times.”
The girls paused in front of the sorority house.
“Perhaps we shouldn’t come in if Phyllis is tired,” Janet said.
“Come along,” Valerie said lightly. “She can bear it this once. No one should be tired around Christmas time.”
The girls trouped up the stairs singing as they went. They found Phyllis sitting at her desk, her cheeks flushed and eyes bright.
“Greetings, my little sugar plum,” Carol said lavishly. “You don’t know what you missed tonight.”
“What?” Phyllis asked.
“A singer—and what a singer! Honestly, that girl could be the musical sensation of the year.”