“Putty!” said one of the girls. “I happen to know that Isabel had been practicing for a month and could float anyway. All she needed was confidence in herself.”
“Don’t spoil a good story,” said Isabel.
“Did you ever hear why Miss Randolph never got married?” asked Diane, going back to the first subject of conversation.
“No; why?”—and the whole group leaned forward to catch the first word of romance.
“She wasn’t asked!” replied Diane mischievously, and was rewarded by groans from all quarters.
“Mean thing!”
“No, sir!” Isabel exclaimed. “There is a real love story about Miss Randolph. She was going to marry a young professor of oratory. You know what a lovely voice she has, so rich and deep sometimes it gives you the shivers in Chapel when she prays!”
“Thrills, you mean,” corrected Hilary.
“Well, anyway, this young man heard her voice in another room at a party and went in to hunt it up—oratory, you know,—and found Miss Randolph and fell in love at first sight.”
“Sound, you mean,” softly suggested the same mentor.