“You eat too many sweets, and you sit inside too much!”
“I’m always hoping Ethel Todd or Frances Wright will come for me to take a walk, and I’d hate to miss either of them.”
“Nonsense!” exclaimed Marjorie; “if they wanted you very badly, they’d make it a point to come when you’re here. Don’t bother your head with them! Promise me you’ll go out for athletics every day!”
“Oh, I couldn’t do that!” Lily protested.
Marjorie sighed. She turned toward the door, and put her hand on the knob.
“I’m going down to see if we got any mail,” she remarked, as she turned it.
As Marjorie looked through the glass door of her post-office box, she saw a tiny, pale-pink envelope, which appeared very interesting. “It must be an invitation!” she thought, as she excitedly tore open the paper.
The ΦΑΒ Sorority requests the pleasure of Miss Marjorie Wilkinson’s presence next Saturday afternoon at two-thirty at the home of Mrs. Walter Johnson, 109 Maple Avenue.
R.S.V.P. to Mrs. Johnson.
Marjorie wrinkled her brows. “What can this mean?” she muttered. “The sorority must be inviting all of us freshmen, so they can give us a last looking over before pledge-day! Why, I believe that comes next week!”
As she walked slowly out of the school post-office, she met Ruth, entering hastily.