Betty had looked sympathetic and interested, but asked no questions. Another pleasant outlook was hinted at by Marcella, when she said that several of her very special friends were “absolutely charmed” by Betty. That meant the sorority girls that were there. But that matter would take care of itself in the future. Time enough when she was in the university.
One consolation, the weeks flew by so fast that there was no time to grieve over anybody’s neglect. Betty was so tired that she fell asleep almost as soon as her head rested upon her pillow every night. But she ceased to have that pleasant anticipation of a letter. Happy expectancy changed into as calm an acceptance as she could master. The heart and the bit of verse were put away gently in a repository for special treasures, though not without regret. There was no tucking her hand under her pillow to see if Larry’s “heart” were safely there.
One good result of keeping her mind on school was that she “positively” could not give way to “spring fever.” She told Carolyn that she was going on every G. A. A. hike and get her fifty points for fifty miles toward the school letter, as announced.
“Seems to me your astonishing speed this spring is almost feverish,” jokingly returned Carolyn, who was taking matters more easily. “Why not have a good time this last stretch?”
But Betty shook her head. “I’ll have a better time if I take in everything,” said she, “but last fall’s hikes and our Christmas hike a la the G. A. A. winter bird census are counting, of course.”
“How many ‘all around’ L’s do you want, Betty?”
“Never mind. I’m going to try for Miss Heath’s Latin prize, too, and you’ll see me with my Virgil and prose comp under my arm on every hike.”
“I think you’ve lost your mind, Betty. They’ll put over your grave, ‘Ambition killed her!’”
“Not likely,” laughed Betty, “but you shouldn’t joke on serious subjects. Honestly, now that we’ve passed our life-saving tests, outside of our getting ready for senior examinations there isn’t much left but pure fun. Yes, I do feel a little nervous over the big concert, for the first violins have a lot to handle in some of the music, but that will soon be over. By the way, I’m selling tickets for that; so if you think you or any of your friends would enjoy the concert, please buy them of me.”
“Goose! I’m in it, too! But I’m not selling tickets, so I’ll order those for the family of you.”