CHAPTER XIII
PLANNING POPULARITY
“The freshman frolic is to be given next Saturday evening in the gym. Miss Ferguson has invited me to go. I understood her to say that her roommate, Miss Waters, was going to invite you. Have you seen her?” Stephanie Norris’s voice betrayed no sign of pleasant interest in the information she had just delivered to her stout roommate, Laura Fisher. Laura, deep in a novel, had not glanced up from it at her chum’s entrance into the room.
“Nope.” Laura did not raise her eyes from her book.
“Anything but a manless dance.” Stephanie shrugged disdainfully as she walked to the dressing table mirror and began a critical survey of the attractive reflection it threw back to her. Tall, and charmingly slender, the violet-gray of her tailored cloth frock strikingly emphasized the black of hair and eyes and the clear, lovely pallor of skin.
“You haven’t heard a word I’ve been saying,” Stephanie turned petulantly away from the mirror to frown at Laura.
“Um-m-m,” Laura went on reading.
“Will you please stop behaving like a dummy, and listen to me?” Stephanie’s black eyes had begun to flash ominously.
“Um-m-m,” Laura’s pale blue eyes lifted themselves slowly from her book. Reaching a hand into a conveniently-near box of nut chocolates she carefully selected one, bit into it enjoyingly, then drawled, “I’m listening.”
“Did you hear anything I said?” Stephanie demanded crossly.