“You’d wear yourself out going back and forth.”
“Don’t forget I have my little car! Now, Lil, don’t jump on me, but I have another idea: I want you to help me!”
But Lily did not continue to object as Marjorie had expected. Instead, she began to show interest in the plan and they fell to discussing its possibilities until a knock at the door interrupted them. The visitor was Jeannette Killough, a rival candidate for the class presidency.
“Do sit down, Jennie,” invited Marjorie, cordially for she was always glad to see the other girl, of whom she was a sincere admirer. “It’s so nice to see you.”
“Thank you,” replied Jeannette, accepting the invitation. Then, “I am lucky to find you both at home, though you really ought not to be, Marj!”
Marjorie shrugged her shoulders.
“Why, Jeannette?”
“Because you ought to be over at the dance, courting popularity. The election comes off tomorrow night!”
Marjorie dismissed the remark with a smile.
“I’m trying to get all my friends to vote for you, Jennie,” she informed her.