“Hurrah for 19–!” cried Betty hoarsely.
“Take it for 19–,” she whispered to Emily, as the line stopped with a jerk that knocked their heads together.
“If you are sure— Thank you for 19–,” Emily whispered back.
“Here’s to 19–, drink her down!
Here’s to 19–, drink her down!”
As the chorus rose and swelled Betty felt, as she never had before, what it meant to be a college girl at Harding.
As Betty was leaving the gymnasium she met Eleanor face to face in the hallway.
“Wasn’t it fun?” said Betty, shyly. Perhaps, now that the debate was over, Eleanor would be ready to make friends again.
“Patronizing the genius, do you mean?” asked Eleanor slowly. “I hope she didn’t buy that hideous salmon-pink waist with your money.”
“Oh, Eleanor, how did you ever find out?” cried Betty, deeply distressed. Only a few of the Chapin house girls knew anything about the disposition of the valentine money, and not even the rest of the firm had been told who had received it. So Betty had thought the secret perfectly safe.
“No one told me about your private affairs,” returned Eleanor significantly. “I guessed and I congratulate you. The genius will be a useful ally. She will get all the freaks’ votes for you, when—”