“We’ll never mention her till she appears!” exclaimed Alice, loyally. “There—will that be a relief to you?”
Lily looked distressed. Was all her fun going to be denied her in this fashion? But Marjorie good-naturedly came to her rescue.
“No, Alice, I’d rather get used to talking about her now, so that I won’t make a fool of myself when she does appear. You can say whatever you like; it really doesn’t matter to me!”
“Well, don’t let’s talk about her, anyway,” said Doris. “I’m sure we can find a more agreeable topic of conversation. Let’s everybody tell what she is going to do next year!”
“That will be interesting!” cried Lily, enthusiastically. “Where shall we begin?”
“With the oldest,” answered Doris. “That’s you, Ethel.”
“Well, you all know about me,” said the girl. “I’ll be a sophomore at Bryn Mawr.”
“And I’m going to a finishing school outside of Boston,” volunteered Doris, briefly. “Who’s next—Marj or Lil?”
“I am,” said Lily. “I’m not sure what I am going to do. I’d like to go to college, but I’m the only child in my family, you know, and mother wants me home—papa travels so much.”
“I’m entered at Turner College,” said Marjorie. “And if I have anything to say about it, Lily will go too!”