"That's so," said Betty eagerly. "We can get into your wonderful societies after midyears, if we're brainy enough. I'd forgotten all about them."
"Then I'll wager you're about the only sophomore who hasn't thought of them occasionally this fall," announced Mary. "And now I'm ready for some candy."
"Tell us how to go to work to get into those societies, can't you?" asked
Bob from her place beside the salad bowl.
"Work hard and write themes," said Mary briefly, and the subject was dropped.
Betty thought no more about Mary's remark then, but when she and Helen were alone it came back to her.
"I suppose some girls do think about the societies a lot, and plan and hope to get in," she said.
"I suppose so," returned Helen. "I shan't have to. I am perfectly safe to stay out."
"Oh, so am I, as far as that goes," said Betty carelessly.
Helen, watching her closely, wondered how any popular girl could be as unconscious as Betty seemed. She had overheard a Belden House senior telling Mary Brooks that Betty Wales was sure to go into a society the minute she became eligible. Helen opened her mouth to convey this information to Betty, but stopped just in time.
"For she's not unhappy about it," thought Helen, "and it would be dreadful if they should be mistaken. But they can't be," concluded Helen loyally, watching Betty's face as she read a note that her mother had tucked in among the nuts. Most pretty girls might be stupid, but the best of everything was none too good for Betty Wales, so thought her roommate.