“I guess you know about as much as I do,” said Lily. “You know Ethel Todd’s spring vacation comes the same time as ours, so she’s home; and so are the three seniors at Miss Allen’s—Daisy, Florence, and Alice. Mae Van Horn finished her business course and has a position as a stenographer here in the city, and Doris has been playing the society-bud all winter. Now would you like me to tell you about Marjorie Wilkinson?”
“Yes, do!” laughed Marjorie.
“Well, she’s a freshman at Turner College—very popular, of course. Made all the class teams—hockey, basketball, swimming,—was elected class treasurer, is a wizard at her studies—”
“Has a most charming room-mate!” interrupted Marjorie, eager to put in her say.
“What’s all this?” inquired Mr. Andrews, entering the room just in time to hear the end of the conversation. “Two modest little girls who hate themselves—”
“Perhaps it did sound rather funny,” admitted Marjorie. “Now I want to hear all about this wedding you have just been attending.”
There was so much to talk about that the girls were preparing for bed before Marjorie had even found a chance to tell Daisy’s story. But at last she related it to Lily’s astonished ears.
“But what in the world can Daisy do with a baby?” demanded the latter. “She surely can’t expect to take it to Miss Allen’s?”
“Hardly!” replied Marjorie. “She’ll have to pay somebody to take care of it—and you know she can’t afford to do that! The senior patrol has simply got to stand behind her.”
Lily yawned wearily; it was rather tiresome of Marjorie and Daisy to thrust a problem like this into the midst of all their gaiety.