“There’s the music for the last waltz,” said Doris. “I guess we might as well dance it together, Ruth.”
But before the girls got started, Ethel came back again. “I want this dance with my room-mate,” she said, taking Ruth’s hand.
Ruth looked up happily, and they started off together.
“And I’m going to take you home,” she said; “each sophomore takes a freshman.”
As Ruth hurried up the stairs to get her cloak, she met Marjorie. “Hasn’t it been wonderful?” she whispered.
“Yes, indeed,” answered Marjorie enthusiastically.
“And Ethel is taking me home!” said Ruth triumphantly. “I thought she would want to take you, she seemed so struck with you! By the way, who is taking you?” she asked.
“I had the last dance with Frances Wright, and she offered to walk over with me.”
“Phew!” exclaimed Ruth. “The President of the Sophomore Class, and a ΦΑΒ girl besides!”
“She’s a nice girl,” said Marjorie simply; “and I have enjoyed my evening.”