“I wouldn’t miss the banquet for worlds!” cried Betty. “The girls all say that it is always wonderful, and so exciting and thrilling about the prizes. Why, sometimes the girls have the tears just streaming down their cheeks, but root nobly for the one who took the prize away from them!”
“I don’t believe that I could do that,” said Virginia.
“O, you’d be ashamed not to be glad for the other girl, wouldn’t you?”
“It would just depend on who she was and how she took it,” said Virgie with decision. “If she were airy and smarty, I wouldn’t like it.”
“N-no, but anybody’d be ashamed to be that way up here, or at least to show it. There is too much camp spirit among us.”
Cathalina slipped her hand into Lilian’s and they exchanged an affectionate look, which Hilary did not miss, and she patted Cathalina’s shoulder approvingly.
“I’m sorry for the girls that are leaving early,” Virgie continued. “Two or three are going tomorrow. It’s a good thing that the games are about over,—we’d have so few on our team.”
“What do we do next week, Frances?” asked Helen.
“Chiefly get ready to leave. It will take us all day Monday to pack.”
“How could it?”