She passed the candy to the girls.
“Thank you,” said Marjorie, “but I don’t believe I’ll take any. I want to make the hockey team, and my brother always said one of the most important things about doing well in athletics is to eat the right things.”
“The girls’ll think you’re a prig,” said Ruth, nibbling a chocolate. “You won’t get invited to things!”
“I don’t care!” said Marjorie, “if I only make the team!”
“I’d much rather make the sorority,” sighed Lily. “Have you met any of the sorority girls, Miss Henry?”
“Yes,” answered Ruth. “I room with one, and she has introduced me to quite a number. They’re awfully nice.”
“I should guess so,” said Lily. “I suppose they’re the richest crowd at Miss Allen’s. I’d like to invite them all out to my father’s place on Long Island, so they can see where I get off!”
Ruth laughed. “You better not try it,” she said. “Let them do the inviting.”
“What are you going to wear to the Sophomore reception?” asked Marjorie suddenly.
“My pink organdie. What are you?”