“Let’s go see if we can find out who else got invitations,” suggested Ruth.
Arm in arm the girls walked down the path in front of the school. It was a beautiful bright day in October, and they both felt very happy—Marjorie more so because she was with her old friend Ruth, than because she had been invited to the ΦΑΒ party. After they had walked about five minutes, they met Evelyn, Doris, and Mae, who stopped to chat.
“The bids are out!” said Mae excitedly. “Of course you got one?”
“Yes,” answered Ruth.
Doris looked embarrassed. In truth, she was afraid Marjorie had not, and she did not want to hurt her feelings.
But Ruth continued, “Marjorie and I each got one! I suppose all you girls got them, too?”
“Yes, yes!” they answered.
“Isn’t that funny?” said Mae. “Could it be that they intend to ask five freshmen to join, instead of four?”
“No,” replied Doris, “they have invited more girls this week than will get the final bids next week. I was just talking to Anna Cane, the new girl who arrived here lately from that California seminary, and she told me she was invited. Poor girl! She’s awfully innocent; she doesn’t understand a bit about secret societies. They didn’t have any in the boarding-school she came from. I really think we ought to coach her!”
“Let her look out for herself,” said Ruth. “We didn’t have anybody to help us, did we?”