“He looked straight at you, Jacquette,” Louise whispered.
“I know it,” she whispered back, “and I was so busy waving to him that I never even saw Quis until he was away past!”
CHAPTER VI
THE MASS-MEETING
“THERE!” said Jacquette, holding up a huge yellow chrysanthemum that she had just finished. “Would anyone guess it was paper? That’s my fiftieth, and I must go.”
A committee of Sigma Pi girls had met, that afternoon, in the sorority rooms which were on the third floor of Blanche Gross’s house, to work on the decorations for the annual dance.
“Aren’t they going to look lovely, nodding around among yards and yards of blue ribbon!” Blanche exclaimed, twirling a duplicate of Jacquette’s flower above her head. “Don’t go, Jacquette,” she added, as a white-capped maid appeared with a tray. “There are signs of hot chocolate on the horizon. Besides, we faithfuls may have to do more than fifty apiece unless the rest of the girls come to time. We must have a thousand chrysanthemums, you know, or it won’t make any show, at all.”
“Oh, well, I can’t resist the chocolate,” Jacquette yielded, sitting down again, “but I must skip, right after that. Truth is, there’s been so much to do about the dance that I’ve scarcely looked at a lesson for a week, and I simply must get in a little studying before my algebra exam, to-morrow morning.”
“What a nuisance to have exams the week of the dance!” Mamie Coolidge sympathised, as the chocolate was being handed around. “Oh, by the way, Jacquette, what about your carriage for the dance? I heard your aunt wouldn’t let you have one.”
“What! Going to a formal dance without a carriage?” cried Etta Brainerd, in a scandalised tone. “Jacquette—you poor girl!”