"Now that we have that question settled," said Miriam Nesbit, after the girls were once more seated, "I think we ought to have a sorority pin."
"I think," began Eva Allen, "that my brother would design a pin for us. He is very clever at that sort of thing."
"Let's have a monogram," exclaimed Grace. "Old English letters of gold on a dull-green enamel background. We can get them up for about two dollars and a half apiece. Is that too expensive?"
The girls, who, with the exception of Anne, had small allowances of their own, expressed themselves satisfied; while Anne determined that for once she was justified in yielding to wild extravagance.
"That's settled," said Miriam. "The next thing to do is——"
But a loud ring of the door bell interrupted her speech and caused the whole party to start.
"Some one to see papa," said Jessica. "Go on with what you were saying, Miriam."
But before Miriam had a chance to continue, the maid entered the room, a letter in her hand.
"Here's a letter, Miss Jessica," she said. "But it's such a quare name on the outside, I be wondering if it's fur yerself and no other?"
Jessica looked at the envelope. It was addressed to the "Phi Sigma Tau, care of Miss Jessica Bright."