“Hurray for the sophomores,” said Dick.
“I hope we beat you,” laughed Doris, “though it will be a sort of disgrace if this senior class doesn’t win. It’s always been good in athletics.”
“I am glad to see that you can look on both sides, Doris,” said Mrs. Lee.
“Oh, don’t give me credit for wanting Betty’s class to beat, Mother. I’d love to see the sophomores win!”
“It is a good thing Betty is going to the university next year,” laughed Mr. Lee.
“Oh—am I? I’m glad to hear it’s decided, Father,” spoke Betty. “I did want to go away, but I don’t now.”
“What has changed you?” quickly asked Doris. “Is it Ted’s or Chet’s being there?”
“Doris,” rebuked Mrs. Lee, who thought her daughter too pert in manner and her question too personal.
But Betty replied to her sister, “So far as I know, either may be going away. I understand that both of them expected to sample some other school, for the experience. But when they once start in here they get to liking it and make their friends and all. I think talking to Marcella Waite and her friends influenced me.”
Betty knew that Doris would not think of Larry in this connection.