“What?” asked Ruth, excitedly. A vain hope that Marjorie had turned down her bid ran through her mind.
“I’m only pledged,” said Marjorie. “We’re not going to be taken in till just before Thanksgiving. Lots of things might happen between then and now.”
“Have you written home yet?”
“No, of course not; there hasn’t been time.”
“I should think you would have written the minute you got back to your room.”
“No, there was too much to explain. I never told the family much about the sorority, because I didn’t expect to make it!”
“I wish I hadn’t told them so much,” sighed Ruth. “They won’t understand why I failed.”
“To tell you the truth, I don’t either, Ruth,—why they ever decided on me instead of you or Evelyn is a mystery to me!”
“It was your indifference, Marjorie. They had to run after you. It was a clever stroke on your part.”