Betty smiled and acknowledged the introduction with a little nod, as Mathilde and Peggy were some little distance away. “I hope you will enjoy being a sophomore,” she said.
“I have been one at another school,” Mathilde remarked rather airily. “But there is such a difference in courses, you know.”
Kathryn nudged Betty, who kept countenance and acknowledged that there was, a great difference. Betty recalled Carolyn’s question, but thought that she would not answer it unless some one insisted.
Curiosity, however, had been aroused. “Well,” said Selma, “how about the ‘countess,’ Betty?”
“Oh,” said Betty. “Mr. Murchison asked Father to meet his sister, Countess Coletti, and her daughter. They came over on the Statendam. That was why I couldn’t get home till today. First the ship was to arrive on—Thursday, I think. Then the New York Times said Friday and the next day it was Saturday. It really came in on Sunday; so, of course, we had to wait till we could meet them.”
“Did you meet them, too?” asked Selma, a little impressed with Betty’s opportunity.
“Yes, I went with Father to the boat. He thought it would be better, since Miss Coletti was coming, too.”
“What is the girl called, Betty?” asked Peggy.
“Lucia.”
“I didn’t mean that. Hasn’t she any title, too?”