“That’s always the way at first. Cheer up. You’re not interested, then, in hearing about the new sorority?”
“Well, I might have a little natural curiosity.”
“I’ll say! I’ll tell you everything I know at the first chance.”
This was while the crowd was mounting the stairs to the lunch room. At the top of the stairs Betty saw Mathilde usher Lucia inside of the lunch room, though Lucia turned and looked inquiringly at Betty.
Betty smiled and waved her hand, nodding approvingly as if to say “It’s all right with me,” and just then Kathryn appeared in the line behind Betty, having hurried to catch up. Dotty was by several girls beyond her in the line that was forming for the cafeteria procession; and Kathryn, having Betty’s ear in spite of the rattle of dishes and the buzz, or more appropriately “roar” of conversation, pitched above other sounds, informed her that she had “a lot to tell her.”
“Tell it now,” urged Betty.
“Fat chance, as Chauncey says. I’ll see you somewhere. Skip along, honey. I hope they’ve got plenty of good things left. I always prefer being called to first lunch.”
“How strange!” laughed Betty. “I certainly hate it when we are last to be called and all the best desserts and salads are gone. But can’t you give me an idea?”
Kathryn shook her head in the negative, concerned now with looking ahead to choose what she would have for lunch.
Betty with a full tray looked around for Lucia and saw that she and Mathilde were together at a table which was rapidly filling up. Carolyn at another table waved at Betty and Kathryn, who hurried there to join her. But the hungry girls were most interested in the business at hand and Carolyn, after the first pangs of hunger was relieved, was started on athletics, lamenting the loss of the senior football men and relating what material she had heard was available for the year’s team.