“Yes,” insisted Bob, “got her in flesh and blood this time. She’s a freshman, or at least she’s taking her entrance exams, and hoping to be one.”
“How did you find out about her?” demanded Betty.
“Miss Stuart told us,” Madeline explained. “She thought it was a lovely joke. And we stood at the door of the room where Miss Stuart said she was taking her English exam, and stopped each girl who came out until we got the right one.”
“Does she look like her picture?” demanded Betty.
“No,” laughed Madeline. “She’s dark and rather stout and she wears her hair in a braid. She’s not pretty, but she’s jolly-looking.”
“And she thinks she’s flunked her English,” chuckled Bob. “Fancy Georgia’s flunking in English.”
“Her father’s name is Edward,” contributed Madeline.
“And her mother is dead,” added Bob, softly.
“Where is she? Can’t I see her?” asked Betty, eagerly.