Dinner-time came. “Where is Betty?” asked Hilary, who sat at the head of a table now. When there were not enough teachers to go around, senior girls were chosen to grace the head of tables. Betty and the rest of the suite-mates sat at the same table.
“Betty asked me to make a sandwich for her and put it where it would not be eaten. I think she meant to stay in the library. Dorothy, you were reading in the library, weren’t you? Did you see Betty?”
“No, but she may have been in the stacks. I was over by the reference books.”
“She ought not to do this,” said Hilary, “but I won’t see you if you make a sandwich, Cathalina. She will be starved.”
“We had that milk in the afternoon,” said Dorothy.
“I think we have a few crackers in the suite, too,” added Cathalina.
After dinner the girls had their usual time of recreation, some of them outdoors, some at the pianos, some visiting in different parts of the hall; then the three girls of Lakeview Suite met in their rooms and prepared to study. Hilary declared that she could scarcely keep her eyes open and was going to bed as soon as she finished reviewing her French.
“I think I will go early, too,” said Lilian. “Not having ‘society’ last night put me ahead with my work.”
An hour or so went by, then Hilary and Lilian began to take down their locks and braid them, while they finished the last of their student tasks.
“Thanks, Lil, I was hoping you would bring me my comb when you got yours, but couldn’t quite bring myself to ask you.”