The latter looked immensely pleased with herself, as if she had just arranged some matter entirely to her satisfaction.
“Marj, the victory’s a sure thing!” she flung out. “Get out the pennants! Before this time tomorrow, you’ll be our class president!”
“Yes,” cried Alice; “nobody doubts it for a minute! All glory to the old senior patrol of Pansy troop!”
Marjorie and Daisy exchanged amused glances, but neither said anything.
“Jeannette and I have been planning the grandest celebration for tonight,” Lily continued. “We’re going to have a regular parade—music and all! We have permission from the dean to march down to the tea-room, and make a regular lion out of our heroine!”
“Suppose I’m not elected?” the potential heroine suggested.
“Then we’ll do it for Jeannette, of course. But there’s no doubt that you will be.”
“Well,” remarked Marjorie casually, “suppose I’m not here?”
Her roommate looked alarmed.
“Marj, you wouldn’t do a trick like that on us, would you?”