Without protest Betty handed her plate to Dotty. She was tired and “ought to have strength for the hike back,” as Peggy suggested. And when Dotty came back, didn’t the three boys come with her, to stand in front of the five upon the log and suggest a sophomore class yell.
“It’s too much mixed up, Chet,” said Carolyn, “and we’ll let the others tell how good the sophomore committee was. Aren’t you a reporter for the Lyon paper, Chet? Write up Betty as chairman.”
“I will. Betty, may I hike home with the chairman and her friends?”
“Of course, unless Chauncey wants you in the car.”
“What Chauncey wants is not the question, ladies, and there are almost no supplies to go back. I speak for a hot dog to eat on the way.”
“Make as many ‘hot dogs’ as you want, Chet,” laughed Betty, taking a good bite from her own sandwich just brought. “You boys ought to have all you want for helping us out. Please see that Miss Fox is looked after.”
“Miss Fox has had every attention, and we hope that this is not the last time we go on a oust—I mean a picnic—with the G. A. A. girls.”
“Hear, hear,” said Dotty, widely grinning.
[CHAPTER X: A STARTLING SITUATION]
In a number of G. A. A. girls as large as this it was natural that Betty Lee should have contact with a good many outside of her own class. Lucia looked her up and her new satellite, Mathilde, was not far from Lucia; but one junior and one senior girl remained in Lucia’s neighborhood at the start of the hike home. Mathilde’s fall and incidents of the hike out had been related to Betty while she ate her luncheon and were enlivened by Dotty’s comments. Betty, however, was not disturbed by any of the little undercurrents. She wasn’t jealous of anybody, didn’t hate anybody, the sophomore part of the hike had been a success and the whole thing was great fun.