“No, but there were several girls here the latter part of the summer, and I thought perhaps they had had some fun.”
“Anyway, no one has called this a ‘feast,’ and I’m sure she can’t suspect about the cake.”
“Let’s hope so.”
“What else are you going to have?” asked Isabel.
“Sandwiches and lemonade,” replied Hilary. “They are going to let us have some ice. And we are going to have ice-cream delivered from Greycliff Village at exactly eight-thirty, and we have a box of candy for Virgie. Cathalina had Philip send it. That’s all beside the cake. We have permission to stay up till ten o’clock if we are quiet.”
“I think it would be fun if we all gave Virgie something.”
“It might make her feel uncomfortable,” said sensible Hilary. “We did think of getting some ten-cent store things, just for fun, but decided not to. Remember how dignified we are getting to be—collegiates!”
“And we have a lot of business to transact, too. Aren’t we going to elect officers, and maybe a new member or two?”
“I don’t know, Isabel. For my part I’d rather just have a social meeting. We might talk things over, of course.”
“Oh, yes, Hilary,” said Betty; “let’s not have any business this time.”