“For once!” exclaimed Eleanor. “For once, I do not find you studying—are you sick?”
Ann laughed and rubbed her eyes. “Not a bit of it! ‘Sick’ because I was not studying? I didn’t know that I had such a terrible reputation as that. But I have had to dig in a good deal between times of society rushing, banquets, feasts, and one thing or another. How do you like being president of the sophomore class?”
“It is not a very hard duty,—but I am surprised over it.”
“Reward of merit,” laughed Ann.
“I think that you had a hand in it, in spite of what I said to you.”
“Maybe I did; but, of course, if we could have elected a Bat,——” Ann lifted her brows and left it there.
“I didn’t work for it, Ann.”
“I know you didn’t, but some of the rest of us did. We had had a Bat the freshman year, and it was only fair, besides, we wanted a girl like you, and so it happened. Honestly, Eleanor, I wouldn’t have believed the first of last year that you and I would ever be friends like this; would you?”
“No, Ann, but we are never going to stop being friends, I hope.”