They talked for a while, going over the events of the afternoon. Lily started to dress for supper. Suddenly turning to Marjorie, she said:
“I’ve made a new resolution. From to-day on, I give up candy and sweets between meals. And I’m going to practice for full-back on the team. Do you think there’s any chance of my making it?”
“Splendid!” exclaimed her room-mate. “Yes, there is no one to substitute for Mildred Warren, in case she gets sick. And Lily, couldn’t you go out for swimming? Each class is supposed to have six girls on the team; and positively, our class is awful!”
“Yes, I’ll try,” said Lily, “but I don’t believe I could ever learn to swim.”
“Of course you could!” said Marjorie; and the two girls linked arms, and went down into the dining-room together.
After supper, Lily went over to another freshman’s room to study French, so Marjorie slipped out and went to see Ruth. She found her alone.
“Hulloa!” said Ruth, unenthusiastically. “Won’t you sit down?”
“Thanks,” said Marjorie, accepting her invitation.
They discussed lessons and hockey, and finally Ruth came to the topic that was uppermost in both their minds.
“How does it feel to be an ΦΑΒ?” she asked.