“No,” replied Eloise. “We’re just visiting. Where’s Helen?”
“Around somewhere with Diane and Evelyn, or was when I came upstairs.”
“We were just talking about the senior-junior societies and the rushing,” said Betty.
“It is too killing for words.”
“Oh, don’t say that. It is very flattering when they want you. I don’t think that the girls are hypocritical, as Jane Mills says. They really want you to join their particular society, and if they rather overdo the attentions it is real pleasant anyway.”
“Wait till some of them won’t speak to you if you join the other society,” said Isabel.
“How do you know that?” inquired Betty.
“Watched ’em last year and year before. I believe that each girl in a society thinks the girls in the rival societies will scarcely get into heaven!”
“Oh, Isabel!”
“I’ll probably feel that way, too, if I ever get into one. Whatever one you girls go into I’m going to join, if I get a chance when I’m a junior collegiate!”