Betty was sound asleep.
CHAPTER II
BEGINNINGS
The next morning it poured.
“Of course,” said Eleanor Watson impressively at breakfast. “It always does the first day of college. They call it the freshman rain.”
“Let’s all go down to chapel together,” suggested Rachel Morrison.
“You’re going to order carriages, of course?” inquired Roberta Lewis stiffly.
“Hurrah! Another joke for the grind-book,” shrieked Mary Brooks. Then she noticed Roberta’s expression of abject terror. “Never mind, Miss Lewis,” she said kindly. “It’s really an honor to be in the grind-book, but I promise not to tell if you’d rather I wouldn’t. Won’t you show that you forgive me by coming down to college under my umbrella?”
“She can’t. She’s coming with me,” answered Nan promptly. “I demand the right to first choice.”
“Very well, I yield,” said Mary, “because when you go my sovereignty will be undisputed. You’ll have to hurry, children.”