“Yes; only for a moment. She had to go to town on unexpected business. I’ll run over tomorrow to see her. Goldendede wants her to be at the dinner tomorrow night.”
“’Tis done. ‘Midget, Attention! Come to Fifteen. No knocking necessary,’” Leila read out, then gave the penned message a vigorous drying fluttering before running it through with a long, black-headed pin, and sticking the pin into the middle of the study table.
Leslie closed the door of Fifteen behind her comrades to the tune of admiring exclamation from Marjorie.
“Can this celostrous cozy corner be old Fifteen?” Marjorie’s face glowed appreciation of Leslie’s artistry.
“It can be. It is.” Leslie showed her pleasure of Marjorie’s lively approval of her color scheme and arrangement. “I liked it a little better before I changed things around in order to make room for Miss Ogden,” she said.
“I am still wondering at your cleverness, and also at how it came about that you gathered in the homeless Miss Ogden,” Leila said a trifle inquisitively. “Now tell me nothing.” She put up her hand, laughing as though to ward off an unsolicited confidence. “I am not as inquisitive as I seem.”
“I’m still wondering myself how I happened to drag in that kid,” Leslie confessed, smiling. “She was no end disappointed because she couldn’t find a campus room. I’m only going to be here till Christmas. It seemed so selfish in me to bar the midget out. I’ve a sort of plan going in my head about Fifteen—something I’d like to do with it when I leave here to go to a real home.”
“What, Leslie?” Marjorie was all interest.
“I’m going to will my half of Fifteen to the first girl on the dormitory waiting list. If she doesn’t want it, then the next on the list will do. It will be a free proposition, same as the dormitory, but with all the comfy advantages that being on the campus means.”
“Your plan is just like you, Leslie. It’s lovely,” Marjorie accorded with quiet sincerity.