“Marjorie,” she said, “why couldn’t you and I fix it up to room together? Evelyn and Lily might as well be together.”
Lily looked up, frightened. Evelyn Hopkins had treated her more rudely than any other girl in the school, with the possible exception of Ruth; so the prospect was not a pleasant one for her.
But Marjorie shook her head. “Thank you, Mae,” she said, “but I want to stay with Lily.”
Lily jumped up. “Marjorie,” she said between her sobs, “if you want to room with Mae, you do it—I’ll manage somehow!”
Marjorie went over and put her arm around her.
“No, dear,” she said, “I don’t want to room with anybody but you. Now, Mae, won’t you sit down?”
“No; I think I’ll go look for Doris. Good-bye!”
“Good-bye!” answered Marjorie.
“I’m so glad you made it, Marjorie,” said Lily, drying her eyes.
“Thank you, Lily, I really believe you are. And it makes it ever so much nicer for me. But I want you to know that except for the meetings and parties, I’m never going to leave you for the sorority girls.”