“It’s funny to me that the girls don’t any of them see through her,” said Katherine.
“Therein,” declared Madeline proudly, “lies the merit of the idea. Second selves are not common enough to be suspected.”
“I only hope,” put in Betty, “that Dr. Eaton will remember whose mother it was that wrote the foolish letter. Helen’s ‘touch’ seems to have impressed him more than anything else.”
“Don’t you think,” said Madeline, “that several of you are neglecting your duties to Georgia? Betty, you haven’t done anything yet.”
“Haven’t I?” exclaimed Betty in great indignation. “Didn’t I have to impersonate her for at least ten minutes, and then endure Dr. Eaton’s disappointment when he found that I wasn’t Georgia after all?”
“And Mary was her first victim,” said Katherine, “if you count that.”
“I certainly do,” Madeline assured her, smiling engagingly at the president.
“How about you, Rachel?” went on Katherine. “Have you contributed anything to the spreading of Georgia’s fame?”
“Indeed I have,” declared Rachel. “I sent her an invitation to Clio Club’s open meeting, when I wanted it dreadfully for some one else.”