Jacquette was early at school the next morning, and Mademoiselle gave her an approving nod. Then she asked her to help two new pupils in making out their programme.
It happened that they were both girls who had been singled out the day before as possible members of Sigma Pi, and, though Jacquette fully intended to keep out of the rushing, she was glad of an innocent chance to lend a hand, and proceeded to make herself as attractive as possible. While doing so, she took such a fancy to the younger of the two, a shy little brown-eyed girl named Mary Elliott, that at noon she found herself watching for them to come out of their class so that she might take them under her wing and show them the best kind of sandwich to buy at the “eat-house.”
As the three went out of the school building together, they met a group of Jacquette’s Sigma Pi sisters, with two more new girls, and all fell in together.
“Isn’t that a Sigma Pi Epsilon pin you have on?” Mary Elliott asked of Jacquette, who nodded with an odd little ripple of gladness over her face.
“Marion, that settles it for me?” said Mary to the other girl.
“Settles what?” Jacquette inquired.
“Oh, nothing; only two sororities have asked us to their spreads this afternoon, and I want to go to the Sigma Pi Epsilon one, if that’s what you belong to.”
“Well, I should say! So do I,” Marion Crandall chimed in promptly, with a bold, black-eyed glance at Jacquette, which, though it was meant to be flattering, did not altogether please her.
“Do all the girls that go to this school belong to sororities?” Mary Elliott asked Jacquette in a timid undertone.
“Mercy, no!”