“You girls will all have to help us get up the constitution. I don’t know what a constitution is like,” said Hilary.
“Borrow one from one of the societies, or ask Patty. She’ll know.”
From all quarters of the campus the girls of Greycliff were moving toward the entrances of Greycliff Hall. Some were hurrying, but most of them moved with lingering steps, last bits of conversation and laughter. They were loath to leave the delightful September outdoors.
“How I hate to get at it!” groaned Isabel. “With all these beauties of nature,” she added, in her most oratorical style, with exaggerated gesture.
“Are you going to take ‘expression’ again this year, Izzy?” asked Avalon of her roommate.
“O, yes, and I’m going to be in the debate club and the dramatic club.”
“You’ll be ‘clubbed’ to death, with our two new clubs, too.”
“They’ll overlap. What I do in oratory and debate will come in for the literary society. If the program committee gives me other things, I can’t do ’em, that’s all.”
“It won’t do to be too independent, Izzy.”
“No, but don’t you think that debates would be good practice? The other club doesn’t count, for we always get together when we have a chance anyway.”