That amused Carolyn Gwynne. “Did I ever hit you when I was a freshman, Mary Emma?”
“Never, Carolyn. You don’t get excited when you’re learning anything. Who beat at tennis?”
“Betty beat, you might know,” laughed Carolyn, looking at her recent opponent. “But I don’t care. I can play tennis all right and I occasionally beat even Betty.”
Betty was too pre-occupied just now to do more than give Carolyn a smiling look. The two girls understood each other.
Kathryn Allen now strolled up with Gwen Penrose and Betty hopped up, saying that she forgot to tell Gwen to save a certain date for “something doing.” And as Betty moved toward the girls, near at hand, Mary Emma said softly to Carolyn, “Remember, Carolyn, that we simply must have Betty as President of the G. A. A. this year. I’ve got to talk to you about it. Mathilde has something started already about it and there is another girl that would like to be it.”
“Mathilde! Why, she couldn’t do it any more than a—rabbit!”
“Mathilde has some following, Carolyn, and she is a sorority girl. I doubt if Mathilde could get it herself, but she might fix it up so Betty couldn’t divide the vote and—you know—get a ‘second best’ girl in to keep Betty out, even if she couldn’t get it for herself.”
“Does she dislike Betty that much?”
“She has always been jealous of her.”
“By the way, does anybody know whether Lucia Coletti is coming back or not? Betty hadn’t heard at last accounts.”