"Yes, and take entrance exams. No, thanks; I'd prefer entering on certificate," Angela drawled.
Evelin and Helen came out of the study hall. "Any news yet?" Evelin asked.
Betty shook her head. "No," she said, solemnly, "it must be a very long list they are making out. What are you two nervous about?"
"Everything in general," Helen said, hopelessly, "but history in particular."
"The Dorothys are calmly indifferent," Polly remarked. "Why aren't they here?"
"They're coming now," Evelin said. "No news?" she called.
Dot Mead stopped half way down the corridor.
"This suspense is killing me," she said, "we've been trying to study our parts, but it's no use."
"This awful delay argues the very worst," Betty said. "We've all flunked everything, and all those beautiful new diplomas will never be used. What a cruel waste."
"Betty, do try and be a little more cheerful," Polly pleaded; "can't you see my knees are knocking together? Oh, if I ever live through this week!"