“Hulloa!” greeted Ruth. “Wait a minute, Marj; I’ll walk with you.”
She found a similar envelope in her box, and opened it. She said nothing about its contents to Marjorie, but looked happy and mysterious.
“I suppose you got an invitation for Saturday afternoon?” Marjorie asked.
Ruth opened her mouth in surprise. “Yes; did you?”
“Yes; I wondered if the ΦΑΒ girls were inviting the whole freshman class.”
Ruth looked scared. “Oh, it couldn’t be that!” she exclaimed. Then suddenly her face brightened.
“Lily didn’t get an invitation in your letter-box, did she?”
“No,” answered Marjorie, “mine was the only letter there.”
Ruth smiled happily. “I’m so excited, Marj,” she said, putting her arm around the other girl’s waist. “Wouldn’t it be great if we’d both make it?”
“Yes,” said Marjorie doubtfully, as if she saw little hope of such a possibility. “Of course you will, but I don’t believe I shall. They don’t know me. They must have invited more than four girls to their party; then they will pick out the ones they want and ask them for next week.”