“Doris Sands and Rita Wilds. Of course Doris got it,” replied the freshman she had questioned. “She’d get it, no matter who else was put up.”
Ruth turned away hastily, for she could not keep back the tears. Evelyn saw her disappointment, and decided to leave her alone. But before she had reached the door, it was flung open, and half a dozen sophomores, with their hockey sticks in their hands, rushed in.
“Too late!” cried Edith triumphantly. “The freshmen have elected Doris Sands for their president!”
A groan arose from the defeated girls. Frances Wright was the first to put aside the class antagonism, and to remember her manners.
“Congratulations, Doris!” she said, coming forward and shaking hands.
By this time Ruth had control of herself again; she resolved not to let Ethel know that she had ever hoped for the office. She found her among the group around Doris, and the girls walked back to their room together.
“I’m not surprised that Doris was elected,” said Ethel, as she unlaced her hockey shoes. “I always thought she would be!”
“So did I,” agreed Ruth pleasantly. “She’s the girl we all wanted from the first!”