“And I am awfully glad that it was you who saw it,” said Georgia fervently. “I never wore it but that once. I couldn’t make her take it back, so I decided to send it to her after college was over—I knew mother wouldn’t want me to take such a valuable present from a girl I knew so slightly, and I thought Miss Harrison would be glad to have it back then. You see,” Georgia explained, “I think she did things for me in the hope that I would manage to get her in more with the girls I knew. She has been awfully lonely here, I guess. Well, I felt ashamed of having the pin and ashamed of knowing her, and the things Madeline said about her worried me dreadfully, but I couldn’t seem to shake her off. Why, I’ve done everything I could, Betty, that wouldn’t hurt her feelings. I’ve fairly lived in other people’s rooms, so that she’d never find me at home, and that hurt my poor little roommate’s feelings, so the other day I had to tell her what the matter was. I’ve never told any one else—I hate people who talk about that sort of thing—but I’ve been just miserable over it,—indeed I have! And now it seems worse than ever.” Georgia’s big brown eyes filled with tears.
But she smiled again when Betty assured her that she thought it was much better to be bothered and to have things come out all wrong than to be always thinking just of yourself.
“You see,” Georgia confessed, “the first time I met her she seemed nice enough and I accepted her first invitations without thinking, so when she wanted to be intimate I felt as if I had been partly to blame for letting her begin it.”
“Yes, you do have to be careful about not being too friendly at first,” said Betty soberly, “but I think there are a lot of mistakes worse than that. I’m sorry though, if this has spoiled your first year here.”
“Oh, it hasn’t,” said Georgia, eagerly; “it has just spotted it a little. It was a lucky thing, I guess, that I had something to bother me, or I should have been spoiled with all the good times you’ve given me. I did try to be a good ‘Merry Heart,’ Betty. Perhaps I shall have better luck next time.”
“I’m sure you will,” said Betty, heartily, and after they had arranged for the returning of Nita’s pin in such a way as not to involve Miss Harrison, they started back to the Belden, Georgia to begin her packing and Betty to join the rest of the “Merry Hearts,” who were spending the evening on the piazza.
But after all Betty slipped past them and went on up-stairs. She was in a very serious mood. She realized to-night as she never had before that her college days were over. The talk with Georgia had somehow put a period to a great many things and she wanted to be alone and think them over. Her little room was stiflingly hot and she threw the window wide open and sat down before it in the dark, leaning her elbows on the sill. The piazza was just below; she could hear the laughter and merriment, and occasionally a broken sentence or two drifted up to her.
“There’s nothing left to do now but commence,” declared Bob Parker, loudly.
“And when we have commenced we shall be finished,” added Babe, and laughed uproariously at her bad joke.
That was just Betty’s trouble,—“nothing left to do but commence,” which was quite enough if you happened to be a member of the play committee. But before you “began to commence” all the tangled threads of the four happy years ought to be laid straight, and they weren’t, or at least one wasn’t. Betty had always felt sure that before Eleanor graduated she would get back her standing with the class. But if she had, there was nothing to prove it; the feeling of her classmates toward her had certainly changed but nothing had happened that would take away the sting of the Blunderbuss’s insult last fall and of Jean’s taunts at the time of the Toy Shop entertainment. Eleanor would go away feeling that on the whole she had failed. Well, it was too late to do anything now. Betty lit her gas long enough to hunt up a scarf that would furnish at least a lame apology for her delay, and went down to the gay group on the piazza. When thoughts will only go round in a circle, the best thing to do is to stop thinking them.