“I could get all that from hearing Ted talk, you know; but of course, there isn’t much about the school that I haven’t heard about–I wouldn’t say know, of course.”
“It must be nice,” said Betty, thereupon pleasing her escort, who immediately began to enlighten her upon the workings of the athletic association and the girls’ share in it. The G. A. A. was the Girls’ Athletic Association.
“Oh, yes! Of course. I hear them call it a club. I’ve even had it explained to me–but not the pep squads. I only wish I had time for everything!”
“You don’t have to do everything your freshman year, Betty.”
“That is what Father said–so I’m not. But that doesn’t keep you from wanting to do things.”
“You’re right it doesn’t!” Chet was thinking of several things that he had wanted to do and still wanted.
A great glass bowl just inside the screened porch on the side of the house away from the sun, supplied a cool drink of oranges and lemons, whose slices floated about pieces of ice. A maid in cap and apron served them and fished out a whole red cherry to put in Betty’s glass. And didn’t it taste good!
Then, in the shifting of position and accidental meetings of this one and that one, Betty found herself with Mary Emma Howland and another freshman boy whom she recognized as the brightest lad in the algebra class. “Oh, yes,” she said, in answer to Mary Emma’s question whether or not she knew “Sim,” and brightly she smiled at him.
“We never were introduced,” said Betty, “but when you recite every day together you can’t help but know people, and whenever Mr. Matthews calls on ‘James Simmonds’ he looks as if he expected to have a recitation.”
“There, Sim!” laughed Mary Emma. “I told you you were the teacher’s pet!”