“I bet Ruth Henry wouldn’t, though! She’d try most anything!”
“Ruth Henry?” repeated John; “that name sounds familiar.”
“Most likely you have heard Marjorie speak of her. She’s a friend from her town.”
“No, but I have heard Jack Wilkinson mention her. But she can’t be a very intimate friend, for she wasn’t at the dance!”
“Neither was I,” said Lily, good-naturedly; “and I count myself a very intimate friend of Marjorie’s! But she only invited the ΦΑΒ girls to that house party!”
“Oh!” said John significantly. “And how is ΦΑΒ?”
“Dying; the Girl Scouts put it out of business.”
“I should think they would! What does Marjorie think of that?”
“She resigned long ago.”
“Good for her!” said John. “Well, I wish she was a Girl Scout. It’s my last year at Episcopal, and if I don’t see her this year, I guess I never will. Will you give her my regards?” he added, hesitatingly.