“Anna certainly is modest!” exclaimed Evelyn. “She includes herself amongst those left out.”
Anna blushed. “I never have expected to make the sorority,” she said, “ever since Doris told me about it; but I don’t see why I should lose all your friendships for that reason.”
“Of course not,” said Marjorie emphatically. “Let’s be sensible. We’re too good friends for that. Why, that would mean a sorority girl could have only three friends in her own class.”
“Let’s promise to go on just as we are,” said Doris, sweetly, “and if we don’t make it ourselves, be glad for the ones that do.”
“That’s easy for you to say,” snapped Evelyn. “You’re President of the class, and you know she’s always chosen!”
Mae changed the subject. “Does anyone know how they make the bids?” she asked.
“Yes, I do,” said Ruth. “One of the girls from home who went here, told me. You see to-morrow’s Saturday, and so, after lunch, if it’s a nice day, the girls usually go for a walk in the garden. Of course, you don’t have to—you can stay in your room if you like. Well, anyway, the ΦΑΒ girls meet in the room of one of the senior or junior members at two o’clock, and begin to vote. They say sometimes they have an awful lot of voting—I guess like the primary elections my father tells about—because each new member has to be elected unanimously, so they often vote over and over again. Then, as soon as they have decided on the candidates, the four sophomores are each sent to get a freshman who has been voted in.”
“My goodness! How exciting!” exclaimed Anna.
“I don’t think, though,” continued Ruth, “that a girl usually stays out in the garden unless she either is sure of being asked or of not being asked.”
“What do you mean?” asked Doris.