“She and Dorothy are from the same town,” said Isabel. “Dorothy is taking music, too, and is in one of the elocution classes.”
“Let’s have them, then.” Two names went down on several lists.
Finally all the lists were complete with fifteen names of first choice and five names of second choice, for fear that time would be lost if there were not enough votes for the same ones the first time. But it was proof that the girls thought of ability as well as personal preference that fifteen girls were at once selected and their names returned by the “nominating committee.” Louise Monroe, Jane Mills, Ruth Russell, Alice Scott, and Lucile Houston were strong girls in the senior class. Evelyn Calvert could write or recite such clever dialect stories. Isabel had made a plea for Margaret Virginia Hope, the new girl from North Dakota. “And by the way, girls, she says she wants us to call her Virginia from now on, and she has given her name to the teachers as Virginia.”
“How crazy.”
“She has a reason.”
“Virginia” Hope it was, then, who was elected. She with Mary Johnston, Agnes and Nelle Pickett, and Nancy Gordon, were classmates of Isabel and Avalon. A few more juniors completed the fifteen.
“Do you realize, girls, that we haven’t a single freshman?”
“I hadn’t thought of it, Cathalina, but that is so,” replied Hilary.
“It was natural enough and perhaps just as well,” said Pauline. “Let them make good. They are all new except some that didn’t make the sophomore class last year.”
“And those we don’t want, for we must have some standard of scholarship in a literary society.”