Gale greeted this news eagerly. “Then perhaps you can help me,” she said. “The girls and I want to make arrangements for our rooms, but we don’t know the dormitories or anything. Or will all that be taken care of for us? Will the registrar assign our dormitories?”
“It would be nice if you could get into the Omega Chi Sorority house,” the teacher mused.
“Is that your sorority?” Gale asked, indicating the pin the teacher wore.
It seemed at that Gale struck a responsive note for the teacher launched into vivid details of her days at the Sorority house. Right then and there Gale decided she would rather stay at the Sorority building than anywhere else. The teacher’s description of the rooms, the friendship that sprang up between the girls, all delighted her. Gale made up her mind to write to the Omega Chi Sorority that very night. Unknown to her the teacher at the same moment decided to write in the girls’ behalf.
The sun was setting but it would not be dark for a long while yet, when Gale ran lightly down the wide stone steps of the high school building. Boys and girls lounged on the corner, strolled slowly homeward, or made their way to the tennis courts in back of the building. Gale answered their hails with smiles and a wave of her hand but she did not linger. She suspected and earnestly hoped that there would be a fat letter from Brent awaiting her when she reached home. She was not disappointed. There was a letter whose thickness delighted her and also some snapshots taken by Stubby of Brent in his flying togs and near his pet plane.
Gale propped the pictures upright upon her dressing table and curled up on the window seat to read the closely written pages of his letter. She read it through twice before she finally restored it to the waiting envelope.
She knew the other girls were waiting at the Kopper Kettle for her, but she couldn’t bring herself to bestir herself from her dreams. She could look out and down on the lawn and street beyond. The trees had once more assumed their gay lovely summer colors. The scent of flowers was heavy.
Gale’s eyes were dreamy and there was a half smile on her face. If someone had spoken to her then she wouldn’t have heard. She was miles away, alternately dreaming of a tall young man who spent much of his time in the sky, and the college days that were to come. She wondered if she would like the girls at Briarhurst. She wondered if she would fare well in her studies. She wondered if, with the enlargements of their interests and new friends, the Adventure Girls would ultimately be broken up.
The jangle of the telephone sent her scampering downstairs to answer.
“Say, aren’t you ever coming?” Carol’s impatient voice demanded.