“Her aunt and cousin are here,” spoke up Anne, loyally.
“Don’t see them making much fuss over her!” retorted Lucile. “Ted’s been here only two or three times to see her.”
“Ted is a very busy boy.” Anne spoke up promptly. “He’s in Forestry, and that takes him out a lot this year.”
“Come to think of it,” commented Ruth, “I haven’t seen him much at the Frat House.”
“You should know what goes on there,” laughed Katharine, teasingly. “Such luck as you and Jane have—a room right next to—”
“Clarice’s room is even better—or worse,” said Jane; “for hers is opposite the men’s living room.”
“Why worse?” demanded Frances.
“I’ll change rooms with you some night, and let you listen to their blamed radio until the wee small hours, and then again early in the morning, before anybody is up.”
“Speaking of Clarice,” broke in Lucile, “I think there’s something between her and Dolly.”
“What do you mean?” asked Betty quickly.