“Well, there’s Agnes Green,” Louise hesitated.
Agnes was one of the Seniors, with little or no popularity; a girl, lacking the essentials of a leader, and yet always refusing to conform or follow. Seddon Hall called her a grouch, and passed her by.
“Ugh! I hate her,” exclaimed Betty; “leave her out.”
The two older girls exchanged glances. They agreed heartily, but loyalty to their class-mate kept them silent.
“We can’t, she’s a Senior,” Louise said quietly.
“Well then, condemn her to a horrible end with my love,” Betty replied.
Florence ruffled her hair and looked thoughtful.
“She’s rather fond of the boys,” she said. “We might say that she will be the first in the class to marry.”
“Weak,” Louise criticized, “but it will do. Now who?”
“Luncheon, by the sound of that,” laughed Florence as the big gong sounded in the lower hall.