“Thanks, Eve—then I’ll nominate you!”
The other girl laughed. “What fun to run against each other!” she exclaimed.
“Of course, it isn’t only the honor of being class president, but they say she is always chosen by ΦΑΒ. They couldn’t afford to let a girl like that go by!”
Ruth rallied her forces, and finally succeeded in passing word around that all the freshmen should steal into the assembly room as soon as the lights went off the following night, which was Saturday.
Marjorie and Lily did not pretend to undress, but Ruth, in order to deceive Ethel, went to bed as usual. Her classmates had advised her not to make any attempt to attend the meeting if Ethel seemed at all suspicious; they reminded her that eleven girls out of the thirty-five freshmen could be absent, and that she might be one of that number.
But Ruth could not force herself to lie still and miss everything. She had arranged the meeting; she hoped to be nominated for the office; and she could not be content to remain away. Accordingly, after the lights were out, and she and Ethel were both in bed, she stirred cautiously and looked to see whether her room-mate were awake. Unfortunately, she was.
“Ethel,” she whispered, “Marjorie had a headache, and I want to take her over some of your aspirin pills. I forgot to do it before I got undressed. Where are they?”
“In the top drawer,” replied her room-mate, sleepily. “But, Ruth, it’s against the rules to go off the floor after ten.”
“I know, but—poor Marjorie is suffering!”
“Well, she could go to the infirmary. The night nurse would take care of her.”