“I’m lonely because there are so many girls here,” responded Pamela. “I know so few, and every one else seems to have a special friend.”
Again Julia felt that twinge of conscience. She herself had not been altogether guiltless.
“Why, I am your friend, and I’m going to call on you at once, and you must come to see us some Monday soon. We are to be at home Mondays after four.”
This cordial invitation was cordially accepted, but Julia noticed that Pamela did not give her own address.
“You know every one,” the latter exclaimed, as she and Julia walked toward the Auditorium.
“Well, between us Ruth and I have met most of our class. But you ought to know them, too.”
“Oh, I never dare speak first to a girl.”
“But you ought not to feel timid in the presence of mere Freshmen, like yourself or myself.”
“I never can make up my mind to speak to them. I don’t see how I ever dared speak to you.”
“A drop of ink, don’t you remember? That did it”