“Wait a minute,” Phyllis laughed. “I sang tonight but that was only because Val wouldn’t give me a moment’s peace, otherwise. I don’t intend to join the Glee Club.”
“It would be good for you,” Gale said. “You’ve always liked music, Phyl.”
Phyllis yawned. “But now I believe I would like bed better.”
“Just a gentle hint,” Carol chaffed. “It seems we are always getting put out of here.”
“You shouldn’t come at such late hours then,” Phyllis said.
“Tell me,” Janet said, “since you are surprising us, you aren’t going to be Santa Claus in the play tomorrow night, are you?”
Phyllis giggled. “Hardly!”
“Of course not,” Carol said indignantly. “She hasn’t got a beard.”
Gale opened the window. Voices drifted up on the night air. The sorority girls were just ending their sorority song.
“We link our hands in friendship,