“Now get to work and find them!”
The boys searched diligently. Roger came across a green pillow, but seeing that no one was looking, he instantly hid it again in order to look further for a white one. Then he saw Jack with the white pillow, and gave up his chances of securing Doris. He returned to the hiding place of the green one, but found that it had already been captured, and David Conner was claiming Mae for the dance. In a minute or two he found the licorice taffy, and hunted Mr. Wilkinson, to spend the time with him at the victrola.
John Hadley was delighted to claim Marjorie. He had singled her out as the most interesting girl at the dance. And she certainly did look attractive in her simple party dress.
“I feel very much honored,” said John, “to have the first dance with the hostess.”
As they danced, he asked her all sorts of questions about the school, and the girls, and even the sorority. When she described the methods of the latter, he wrinkled his brows.
“Doesn’t that cause a good deal of unhappiness?” he asked.
“Perhaps—at first; but I guess the girls who aren’t taken in soon get over it. Don’t you have fraternities at Episcopal?”
“No; we only have a Boy Scout troop; and all the money, and pull, and even popularity, in the world can’t get you into that. It’s simply a question of hard work.”
“And what do you do?” asked the girl eagerly.
John started to tell of some of the troop’s activities, but before he had gone very far, the dance was over.