“Who has a better right?” asked Lucile sharply. “He’s been the absolute idol of this college and town ever since he made the team.”
Before this challenge could be taken up, there was a sound of running footsteps behind them, and Clarice violently pushed in between Jane and Anne.
“What do you think?” she cried, noisily.
“We don’t think,” retorted Lucile crisply. “We leave that for you.”
“What is the excitement, Clarice?” inquired Jane quickly, trying to cover Lucile’s unkind thrust at Clarice’s poor scholarship.
“You’d never guess with whom I am going to the Greystone game.”
“Then tell us quickly,” said Frances, “before we all die of suspense.”
“Norman Young! He asked me in Physics Lab this morning, and—”
“Physics Lab,” repeated Betty in puzzled tones. “How did he happen to be there?”
“Didn’t you know that he registered late, and is a special student here!” asked Jane in surprise.