“I am,” replied Florence, without any hesitation; “and so is Alice. How about you two reverend seniors?”
Marjorie shook her head.
“No, I’m too tired; I’m going to stay home. And I’m hoping that maybe Lil is going to keep me company.”
Lily, however, looked doubtful.
“I really don’t approve, Marj; I think you ought to be mingling with the girls as much as possible now—they expect it and they want to see you. Don’t forget that you’re a candidate for senior presidency.”
“Bosh!” exclaimed Marjorie, lightly. “You know I won’t play politics, Lil!”
“That isn’t playing politics, my dear. But naturally the girls want a leader who is sociable. And really, you’re just the one for the office.”
“It’s awfully nice of you to say that, Lil, but I guess you’re prejudiced. And I honestly don’t care a lot about having it, so I’m not going to work for it.” Her tone grew pleading, “Lil, be nice and stay home with me!”
“She will, Marj, don’t worry!” remarked Alice. “She always does what you want.”
“Yes, and Marj does what I want, too,” added Lily, squeezing her arm affectionately. “So I’m not going to urge her if she’s tired.” Then, with a sly glance at the others, “She’ll be elected, anyhow!”