“Oh, Georgia!” Fluffy welcomed her with enthusiasm. “Come and help me explain about sociology to these infants.”
Georgia grinned cheerfully around the circle, dropped down Turk-fashion on the floor by the window, emptied the candy-box of its small remaining store, and complied in her usual effective fashion with Fluffy’s request. “Celissa Seaton is certainly making a hit this term. I’ve just come from a wild sociological discussion on the shores of the swimming tank. We about decided to organize a College Woman’s Rights Club. Let’s do it right now, and get ahead of that other bunch.”
“Splendid!” cried Susanna Hart traitorously. Susanna knew when she was beaten, and she had no desire to lead a lost cause against Georgia and the twins. “I just love to help organize things.”
“So do I,” agreed Montana Marie. “Only why not organize something a little more amusing, while we’re about it? Eating is the feature of clubs that always appeals most to me.”
“But there’s no point in organizing anything amusing at this late date,” Straight explained. “That is, not for us seniors.”
“Besides, we’ve done plenty of that sort of thing before,” added Georgia. “We’ve bequeathed any number of amusing organizations to Harding. Now we propose to bequeath something useful.”
“And of course we depend on the rest of you to keep it going when we’re gone,” added Fluffy, smiling seductively at Susanna.
“All right,” agreed the little sophomore.
“We’re all for it, if you say the word,” put in Timmy.
“I’ll do my best,” promised Sallie, who had only the vaguest idea of Georgia’s intentions.