“Marjorie Wilkinson!” she repeated. “Oh, yes, I know. You’re the girl Ethel Todd has been talking about.”
“Ethel Todd! Ruth Henry’s room-mate?” asked Marjorie, somewhat surprised.
“But I only met her once——”
“Well, you must have made an impression. So long as I’m not busy, I’d like to take you both over to see Ethel.”
Ethel, Marian Guard, and Lulu Davids, the other sorority sophomores, were standing talking to Ruth and her three freshmen friends. Frances walked between Lily and Marjorie, holding an arm of each. Ethel seemed particularly cordial, and Lily talked fast and loud, realizing that their group, including as it did, the four ΦΑΒ sophomores, must be the center of attraction, and the envy of all the other freshmen.
Just then the musicians struck up a one-step. Ethel asked Marjorie immediately for a dance, and the two whirled off together. Marian and Lulu asked Doris and Mae, and Frances Wright excused herself to attend to some other matters. Ruth and Evelyn stood watching the dancers, as Lily turned to them.
“My, aren’t these sorority girls swell?” she said. “I like them a lot, and I never thought I’d get in with them so quick! But my father said he bet I’d wear their pin home Thanksgiving!”
Ruth looked contemptuous, and Evelyn laughed out loud.
“Let’s dance together,” suggested Ruth, and without even an apology, they left Lily standing alone.