“Isn’t it too bad, to have all our plans spoiled?” she asked.
“You mean about the sorority?”
“Yes.” She lowered her voice, and Mae and Evelyn drew their chairs nearer to the others.
“You see,” continued Ruth, “up till to-night, the ΦΑΒ girls haven’t been paying attention to anybody except us four girls; and I felt pretty sure we’d be chosen. Now, if they get interested in Marjorie Wilkinson, one of us is sure to be left out.”
“That’s so!” exclaimed Mae.
“What we ought to do,” announced Ruth, “is all stick together—and if they don’t ask all of us, then none of us will join!”
“I don’t approve of that,” pouted Evelyn. “There are thirty-five girls in the Freshman Class, and they can ask four entirely different girls from any of us. I, for one, intend to join if I am asked.”
“You’re not very loyal!” exclaimed Ruth.
“How about your loyalty?” snapped Evelyn. “Wasn’t Marjorie Wilkinson your friend? And now aren’t you doing your best to work against her?”
Ruth did not answer this accusation. The situation was relieved by the orchestra starting to play.