"Come on then," said Grace, "we won't wait any longer. Jessica, will you ask your father if he will be at liberty for a few minutes this evening?"
"Certainly," replied Jessica.
"Oh, I know now whom it's all about," cried Nora gleefully. "Mary Stevens."
"You have guessed it," said Grace, "but, like yourself, I decline to talk until to-night."
Before eight o'clock the seven girls had taken possession of the Bright's big, comfortable sitting room and were impatiently waiting for Grace to tell her news.
"Before I tell you what is on my mind," said Grace, "we ought to have a president, vice president and secretary for this worthy organization. I move therefore that we choose Miriam Nesbit for president of this sorority. Those in favor say 'aye.' We'll dispense with seconding the motion."
There was an instant's pause, then a chorus of "ayes" burst forth.
"Contrary, 'no.'"
The only "no" was from Miriam.
"We appreciate the fact that you are too polite to vote for yourself, Miriam," said Grace, "but your 'no' doesn't amount to a row of pins. You're elected, so come over here and occupy the chair of state. Long live the president of the Phi Sigma Tau."