She turned around quickly, for someone was entering the office. It was Ruth Henry!
"You look as if you'd struck a gold mine, Marj!" said the other girl. "Whatever has happened?"
"Just a dance invitation. But a very nice one!"
"I seem to have a letter, too!" exclaimed Ruth, always anxious for mail. "I wonder who from!"
"Why, it's the same shape as mine!" cried Marjorie, in astonishment. "Could it possibly be from Princeton?"
"Very likely!" said Ruth, proceeding to open it.
"Do you suppose Harold Mason belongs to the same club as John Hadley?" asked Marjorie.
Laughingly, they put the invitations together. They were identical—the only dissimilarity being the boys' visiting cards.
"What fun!" said Ruth. "It will be so much nicer to go together."