Betty nodded. “And Georgia is afraid Constance would feel and act that way if she came for the visit. She might, of course. I don’t quite see what I can do about it, but I’ll think. I certainly ought to come to Georgia’s rescue once, when she’s always coming to mine.”
“She was just awfully proud of being elected Georgia-to-the-Rescue,” confided Binks. “She said she was as proud of that as of being taken into Dramatic Club.”
“Really?” Betty flushed with pleasure. “What a foolish, sweet way to feel about just helping me! Well, I’ll think hard about the man-struck Constance. We’ll both think hard, and perhaps we can think of a way to rescue Georgia.”
“Oh, I’m sure you can,” said Binks with touching confidence. “The thing to do is to make Constance expect a good time, isn’t it, Miss Wales? Because then she couldn’t help liking Harding, especially in spring term.”
Yes, that was clearly the thing to do, Betty agreed, and Binks, remembering suddenly that Miss Wales was very busy and quite capable of making her own deductions about what to do in regard to Constance, took a blushing departure.
That same afternoon the B. C. A.’s gathered informally in the top story of the Peter Pan annex; and when the matter of Georgia’s blues came up, Betty told them in confidence what Binks had discovered.
“Whatever is done will have to be done right away,” she added, “because campus rooms are assigned early in June, and when Constance gets hers I suppose she will give it up. If she should change her mind later about coming to college, she couldn’t get back her chance at the room. She would have to apply all over again, and that means that she wouldn’t be on the campus before her senior year, if she was then.”
“Foolish young Constance!” said Mary scornfully. “The idea of thinking that Harding girls are less fun than boarding-school chits.”
“The idea of thinking that there isn’t time enough later on for men,” sniffed Babbie, playing with her engagement ring.
“The idea of thinking that she won’t change her mind about men and most other things, while she’s here,” added little Helen Adams, with a comical air of vast experience.