"You're awfully good——" she began.
"Not at all!" protested Ruth. "But Evelyn and I are always at home to our friends!" Then, noticing the notebook, "What's the important business now, Lil?"
"Oh, it's class stuff again! I want your advice, Ruth."
"It's yours for the asking!" replied the hostess, magnanimously, well pleased to be so obviously within the "inner circle."
"You really ought to be class president, Ruth. You do more work than I do, and don't get the credit."
"I don't want credit," lied Ruth; "all I want is our class's good."
"Yes, I know. Well, here is my present trouble. You know, every single class since the foundation of the school has succeeded in holding their meeting in spite of the sophomores' attempt at interference. Why can't we break the spell? What could we possibly do?"
Ruth sat up straight in her chair and half closed her eyes, lost in contemplation.
"We will break the spell!" she announced, slowly. "I think I have a new idea!"
"Ruth, you are so clever!" exclaimed Evelyn, who could not keep out of the conversation. "I almost believe you can do it!"