“I will not!” vehemently Doris asserted.
“That will do, children,” said Mrs. Lee. “This is Betty’s affair. She probably feels uncomfortable enough to refuse an attractive invitation.”
Mother knew, bless her! Perhaps she had been through the same thing.
Then there came a ring at the telephone and Betty flew. “Somebody’s calling up Betty!” said Doris, rather pettishly, though she did not close her ears to Betty’s side of the conversation.
“Oh, Carolyn!” said Betty, and then there was a silence on her part for a little.
“You ‘almost did?’ Maybe you should have done it, Carolyn. Sure you’ll be happy over it?”
Another long silence on Betty’s part.
“It is good of you to tell me all about it. Yes, Marcella is the greatest attraction. I hope—what is that? Yes.”
“Marcella Waite, Dick,” said Doris in a low tone. “It’s the Kappa Upsilons! I knew it!”
“Doris,” said Mrs. Lee, pleasantly but firmly, “whatever you may know or guess, I trust your sense of what is fitting to keep your ideas to yourself.”