Betty repeated Georgia’s remark about being nothing but the other Georgia’s namesake to Madeline. “I think she really worries about it,” she added.
Madeline only laughed at her. “She hasn’t seemed quite so gay lately—that probably means warnings from her beloved instructors at midyears. It must be awfully hard work to keep up the freshman grind with everybody under the sun asking you to do things. Georgia hates to snub people, so she goes even when she’d rather stay at home. Twice lately I’ve met her out walking with the Blunderbuss. I must talk to her about the necessity of being decently exclusive.”
CHAPTER XIII
GEORGIA’S AMETHYST PENDANT
“Has your man come yet, Lucy?”
“Mine hasn’t, thank goodness! He couldn’t get off for the afternoon.”
“Mine thought he couldn’t and then he changed his mind after I’d refused all the teas.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t miss the teas for anything. They’re more fun than the concert.”