“My, such preparations!” laughed Betty.
“Don’t you like ’em?” twinkled Carolyn.
“Indeed I do! I’m so thankful to be invited over, for I couldn’t study or do anything else,” and Betty gave Carolyn a history of her preoccupation while she tried to cook dinner and serve it.
“Tell me why you were preoccupied, Betty,” urged Carolyn.
“Oh, you tell what your problem is.”
“Please,” said Carolyn, and Betty “weakly yielded,” as she announced before she told.
“It’s just because you’re nicer than I am,” said Carolyn, “but I have a reason.”
“You may not think what I have to tell you is much, but it was Marcella’s manner and I saw that she wanted to talk to me,” said Betty, who went on to give an account of what Marcella had said.
Carolyn listened with interest. “Yes, that was it. It was one of the other girls that talked to me, though. But she told me that some of my special friends were being asked, or would be asked to join the Kappa Upsilons. It would be fun, Betty!”
“Yes, it would; but there’s a lot of things to be considered. In the first place it is, really, a high school sorority. The girls don’t even pretend that it isn’t, or practically the same thing. How do they get around it, Carolyn?”