“All right, Hilary,” said Betty. “Do you know, Eloise, about Evelyn and Diane?”
“Helen has just gone down to see what happened there. I think she’ll be back in a minute.”
“All of us were invited by the Whittiers,” said Hilary. “I like them best, anyhow.”
“There’s Helen now, I think,” said Eloise. “Come in.”
Helen and Diane entered. “Having a debate?” asked Diane.
“Not much of a debate. We were wondering how it was with your suite.”
“The funniest thing—Dorothy and Jane are invited by the Emersons and not by the Whittiers, and Evelyn and I by the Whittiers and not by the Emersons. So that splits us up.”
“Again I remark that we all are invited by the Whittiers, and that I like them the best,” said Hilary.
“The respective merits of the two societies do not seem to have much to do with our decision, do they?” contributed Lilian.
“No, Lilian,” replied Hilary, “for the very good reason that both societies do good work in a literary way, have good programs and work hard on the annual debate. I always thought that the Whittiers have a more solid class of girls as a rule. The Emersons take in a lot of social butterflies——”