“Well, of course, you, Doris, would go out in the garden, because everybody knows you’ll be asked; and Lily Andrews, for instance, could go out, because nobody expects her to be invited; but all doubtful people like Marjorie, and Anna, and me—why, we’d feel humiliated if we were out there and weren’t taken. So I for one am going to stay in my room.”
“Oh, but I want to see the fun,” objected Marjorie. “And I sha’n’t mind not being invited.”
“Marjorie Wilkinson!” exclaimed Ruth, “you know that is not the truth—you’re just dying to write home and say you are an ΦΑΒ Pledge!”
“Maybe I am,” admitted Marjorie.
“Am what?” inquired Lily, approaching the group, in search of her room-mate.
“Am full!” laughed Marjorie. “I can’t stuff another bite.”
“Sit down, Lily,” said Doris politely. “We want to talk over the freshman hockey team.”
Lily did as she was requested, and the girls chatted gaily until Miss Phillips announced that it was time to pack up.
The next day was one of great excitement. Thirty-five freshmen girls were eagerly waiting to see who would be the lucky four. Naturally everyone expected the candidates to be chosen from the six who had been invited to the party; but every girl cherished in her heart the hope of a joyful surprise. Once, it was whispered, a girl whom no one had thought of had been asked. Why not again?
Marjorie was secretly excited, but she did not admit it. After lunch, instead of walking on the campus, she went over to the gym to Miss Phillips’s office, where she could watch proceedings out of the window, and at the same time, help her favorite teacher with some work.