“Do you know who are going in with the Kappa Upsilons?” asked Betty, talking off the oiled paper from her candy. “Carolyn,” she said, by way of parenthesis, “if I eat this, I’ll not be able to talk!”
“That’s all right,” said Carolyn, removing the paper from her piece. “Perhaps we need to do some thinking!”
“Yes—but I’ve thought and thought. What I need to do is deciding.”
“Help me decide, too.”
“I wouldn’t dare take the responsibility.”
“It makes a lot of difference what you do, Betty. I’ll not care so much to be in it unless you are.”
“Oh, Carolyn!”
“It’s so, Betty Lee! But you asked me who were being asked or who were going in, which isn’t quite the same thing. I think Peggy Pollard will, and Lucia has said she would. They are crazy to get her into it—the daughter of a count and countess!”
“Yes, but Lucia is good enough to be asked on her own account, and she can be pardoned, perhaps, for being ‘snooty’ in social matters.”
“I don’t see why!”