To her surprise, Marjorie burst into tears.
“Don’t say, ‘I told you so,’ Lil! Please don’t! I couldn’t bear it now.”
Lily came over and sat upon the arm of her chair.
“Of course I won’t honey. You know I believe in you! Tell me about it!”
With her head in her roommate’s lap, Marjorie sobbed out her story of the dismal afternoon which had ended in her own chagrin. Lily listened carefully, making a great effort to bring an unbiased mind to the problem.
“I don’t think it’s as serious as you think, Marj,” she finally answered. “The girls weren’t really intentionally rude, as they were at the dance, only thoughtless. And you succeeded before, so I think you will again—for this, after all, is only a temporary slip on their part.”
But Marjorie was not convinced.
“I’m afraid the odds are too much against me,” she objected.
“But think of the other perfectly hopeless propositions you have attacked and conquered,” Lily reminded her. “Ruth Henry’s deceit, those ghosts at the tea house, the motor bandits——”
“Yes, yes, I know; but they were all different. I didn’t have to win them over to myself.”