“I know one person who does,” said Eleanor with decision, “and her name is Eleanor Watson. I decided while I was out there waiting for you that one’s honest opinion of herself is about as important as any outsider’s. Don’t you think so?”
“Perhaps,” said Betty gaily. “But the thing that interests me is that you’re coming back next year. Why, it’s just grand! Shall you go on the campus?”
CHAPTER XX
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Betty Wales had to leave her trunk half packed and her room in indescribable confusion in order to obey a sudden summons from the registrar. She had secured a room on the campus at last, so the brief note said; but the registrar wished her to report at the office and decide which of two possible assignments she preferred.
“It’s funny,” said Betty to Helen, as she extracted her hat from behind the bookcase, where she had stored it for safe keeping, “because I put in my application for the Hilton house way back last fall.”
“Perhaps she means two different rooms.”
“No, Mary says they never give you a choice about rooms, unless you’re an invalid and can’t be on the fourth floor or something of that kind.”
“Well, it’s nice that you’re on,” said Helen wistfully. “I don’t suppose I have the least chance for next year.”
“Oh, there’s all summer,” said Betty hopefully. “Lots of people drop out at the last minute. Which house did you choose?”