“Who took the order?” asked Frances, rushing in to borrow some thread to run up a rip in her coolie coat.
“Al, and he said he’d send them right down,” contributed Ruth from her bed, where she lay on her back trying to fix an important bit of psychology in her mind.
“Oh, cut the study!” ordered Anne, entering with Lucile, Betty, and Patricia.
“Got to get this tonight,” cried Ruth, hanging onto the book which Anne tried to take out of her hands.
“No, you haven’t; get up early in the morning and do it. Then it will be all the fresher in your mind.”
“Yes, you like early rising,” laughed Betty.
Anne continued to pull, and finally got Ruth off the bed. Katharine, who came in at that moment, attracted by the noise, slipped past Ruth and Anne, flopped into the recently vacated bed, and pulled up the covers.
“Of all things!” exclaimed Ruth indignantly, jerking away from Anne. “Get out of my bed!”
Katharine extended a long, strong arm and pulled Betty in beside her, while Frances piled in on the other side.
“Safety in numbers,” laughed Katharine impishly. “Get us out if you can!”