The two went out of the front door and the rest of the girls gathered in Jane’s room to await results.
“What a day!” sighed Ruth. “I’ll never get up so early again. It brings bad luck. What with the moss adventure this morning, and now this.”
“How did Professor Yates act in class?” asked Hazel, as the rest smiled over the story of the moss, which they had heard earlier in the day.
“Just as usual, except perhaps a little more sarcastic,” began Jane.
“And more generous with puzzling questions, especially to Pats,” broke in Anne.
“Funny they can’t get along together,” mused Mary. “Pat is such a peach of a girl.”
“There’s no rhyme or reason in anything Yates does,” declared Hazel bluntly.
“Pat is a peach,” agreed Anne fervently, “and I think we’re mighty lucky to get her in our Gang.”
“So say we all of us!” chanted Frances softly.
“It seems awfully queer to me, though,” put in Lucile, “for a girl to leave a college voluntarily after a year there, and come away up here where she knows no one, to finish her course.”