“That changes it,” said Lilian promptly. “Of course I’ll help.”
“The time till Christmas is always the hardest,” said Cathalina, “because the studies are new, I guess, and there is so much to start. I’m doubling on Latin again, Vergil to Patty and De Senectute, as you know, to Dr. Carver. But I’m beginning to get the hang of Latin poetry and can find the adjective six or seven lines away from the noun, or the verb any old place, just as easily as putting together a puzzle. And I’d love Cicero’s essay, if it were not for Dr. Carver.”
“We’ll all be together at last in her class,” said Hilary.
“Lovely thought,” said Isabel. “Oh, to be a junior collegiate and sit with the rest of you before the gentle Dr. Carver! Honestly, though, I’m just beginning to think how awful it will be here when you girls are through. Maybe I won’t stay.”
“Don’t think about it yet, Isabel, we’re here still.”
“The collegiate society invitations are to be out today or tomorrow, they say,” said Pauline.
“They will be soon, I’m sure, for the dear senior girls have just been living here for the last few days.”
“Not quite that, Lilian,” said Betty.
“Almost. In fact, this is the longest time outside of study hours that I’ve been in the suite without at least one of them. There! That is probably one of them now.”
But it was only Juliet, who was lonesome in her suite and came to see where her girls were, this, naturally, being the first place to be thought of. “What is this?” she asked. “Anything special?”