“Then promise me you’ll always be my friend.”
“If you’ll promise to eat less candy, and go out more for athletics,” she answered.
“I will; I will, honestly,” said Lily earnestly.
Marjorie stooped and kissed her. “I don’t think I’ll make the sorority, but if I should, it wouldn’t make any difference between us,” she said.
“Lily has improved,” thought Marjorie, as she walked down the hall, “but there’s room for a lot more. If only she wouldn’t think so much about herself. If girls would go in hard for athletics when they’re blue or morbid, they’d soon get over it.”
At the corner she met Ethel Todd. Just as Ethel was about to say something, Miss Phillips hurried up to her.
“Marjorie Wilkinson!” she said, “can you come to my table to talk over the hockey team this evening?”
Ethel’s face fell. “Oh, I was just going to invite Marjorie to our table—I got Miss Allen’s permission. Can’t she go with you some other time?”
But Marjorie turned to Ethel, and shook her head. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, as she glanced again at Miss Phillips. “Thanks awfully, Ethel,” she said, “but you see, if I don’t go with Miss Phillips, it will be too late to discuss the team. And besides,” she added, smiling, “it’s such an honor to be invited by a teacher!”
Miss Phillips beamed. “I admire your pluck, Marjorie,” she said, after Ethel had gone off. “There aren’t many girls who would turn down an ΦΑΒ girl for a teacher!”