CHAPTER X
THE DANCE
As soon as the girls reached home, they went to their rooms and substituted kimonas for their street clothes, preparing to rest before dinner. But though one or two of the number expressed the desire for a nap, the others would not keep quiet long enough for them to fall asleep. Ethel was attempting to comb her hair at Marjorie’s dressing table, and Frances was manicuring her nails; all the other girls were stretched lazily on the beds of one or the other of the communicating rooms.
“Isn’t it the grandest thing in the world to belong to ΦΑΒ and go on parties like this?” observed Frances.
“It is fun to be together,” said Marjorie slowly; “but we could do that just the same if we didn’t belong to the sorority!”
“Oh, but we wouldn’t be likely to. The other girls at school don’t have them much. I guess it would be too hard to know where to draw the line, without hurting some girl’s feelings!”
“And don’t you suppose we ever hurt anybody’s feelings by being exclusive?” asked Marjorie, bitterly.
“I don’t believe girls like Lily feel hurt; they know they’re out of it.”
“I wasn’t thinking of Lily,” said Marjorie, as she left the room.
“I wonder if Marjorie’s worrying about Ruth!” remarked Doris, thinking of the conversation at the breakfast table. “In a way, it does seem too bad.”