“There’s not enough of it to improve,” Mary retorted calmly.
“Well, you will go to our house-dance, won’t you?” begged Babbie.
“Oh, you must,” seconded Bob. “I’ve told piles of people you were coming.”
“We shall die of disappointment if you don’t,” added Babe feelingly.
Mary laughed good-naturedly. “All right,” she conceded, “I’ll come. Only be sure to get me lots of dances with freshmen. Then I can amuse myself by making them think I’m one, also, and I shan’t be bored.”
On the way back to the campus the girls discussed Mary’s amazing attitude toward the pleasures of college life.
“She must be awfully used up,” said Roberta, solemnly. “Why, she used to be crazy about plays and dances and ‘eats.’”
“No use in coming up at all,” grumbled Katherine, “if she’s only going to lie around and sleep.”
“She doesn’t look one bit tired,” declared Betty, “and she seems glad to be back, only she doesn’t want to do anything. It’s certainly queer.”
“She must be either sick or in love,” said Madeline. “Nothing else will account for it.”