“I’m on the reception committee,” added Betty. “We shall have to trim up the rooms in the afternoon.”
“All the play people have rehearsals Saturday.”
“Saturday seems to be impossible,” said Katherine. “How about Monday afternoon?”
“The Ivy Day committee has a meeting,” announced Rachel in apologetic tones. “But don’t mind me, if the rest can come then.”
“The Prince of Morocco has a special audience granted him by Miss Kingston for Monday at five,” said Madeline. “But don’t mind him.”
“Dear me,” laughed Betty. “I hadn’t any idea we were such busy ladies. Is everybody in 19— on so many committees, do you suppose?”
“Of course not, simple child,” answered Bob. “We’re prominent seniors,—one of the leading crowds in 19—. I heard Nan Whipple call us to a freshman that she had at dinner last Sunday.”
“And all of us but Madeline work early and late to keep up the position,” added Babbie grandly.
“The Watson lady is an idler too,” put in Madeline, with quick tact, remembering that Eleanor had mentioned no engagements. “We’re content to bask in the reflected glory of our friends, aren’t we, Eleanor?”
Eleanor nodded brightly and Babbie returned to the matter in hand. “We shall never get a date this way,” she declared. “Let’s put all the days of next week after Monday into Bob’s cap. The first one that K. draws out will be the ‘Merry Hearts’ afternoon; and the next the Moonshiners’ evening. Those that can’t come at the appointed times will have to stay at home.”