“She’s working,” said Mary Brooks with a grin. “And apparently she thinks work and dessert don’t jibe.”
“I’m afraid it was time,” said Rachel. “She’s always cutting classes, and that puts a girl behind faster than anything else. I wonder if she could have had a warning in anything.”
“I think she could—” began Katherine, and then stopped, laughing. “I might as well own up to one in math.,” she said.
“Well, Miss Watson is going to stay here over Thanksgiving,” said Mary Rich.
Then plans for the two days’ vacation were discussed, and Eleanor’s affairs forgotten, much to the relief of Betty Wales, who feared every moment lest she should in some way betray Eleanor’s confidence.
On the Wednesday after Thanksgiving Eleanor burst in on her merrily, as she was dressing for dinner.
“I just wanted to tell you that some of those conditions that worry you so are made up,” she said. “I almost wore out my tutor, and I surprised the history department into a compliment, but I’m through. That is, I have only math., and one other little thing.”
“I don’t see how you did it,” sighed Betty. “I should never dare to get behind. I have all I want to do with the regular work.”
Eleanor leaned luxuriously back among the couch cushions. “Yes,” she said loftily. “I suppose you haven’t the faintest idea what real, downright hard work is, and neither can you appreciate the joys of downright idleness. I shall try that as soon as I’ve finished the math.”
“Why?” asked Betty. “Do you like making it up later?”