“Most of the stunts we’ve planned will manage themselves,” was Robin’s confident assurance. “Remember they are already planned and you did a large share of the planning. So you see you haven’t been so much of a quitter as you seem to think.”
“You’re a perfect partner, Page,” Marjorie looked heart-felt appreciation of the charming, boyish-faced girl who had never failed her since the two had joined forces for democracy.
“Glad you like me, Dean.” Robin answered the look with her bright, piquant smile. It amused the two to address each other occasionally by their family names. “Listen now while I read you the program I’ve jotted down.”
“Go ahead.” Marjorie hurriedly finished strapping the suitcase she had just packed and seated herself in a chair to listen.
It was Wednesday morning. She and Robin had respectively cut chemistry and philology for the purpose of completing the Thanksgiving program to be carried out on the campus during Marjorie’s and her chums’ absence by Robin, with the assistance of Barbara Severn, Phyllis Moore and Anne Towne, leader of the dormitory girls.
“Tonight we’ve left free to the students to get up their own jollifications,” Robin proceeded. “Most of the girls in the campus houses have spreads, dinners, etc., planned for this evening. The dormitory girls, as you know, are going to take in that illustrated lecture on the South Sea Islands at the Hamilton Theatre. Tomorrow morning there is to be a special service in chapel. I’m going to sing a solo. So is Blanche Scott.”
“Oh,” Marjorie cried out in delight. “You never told me Blanche Scott was coming to Hamilton. How I’d love to see her.”
“You’ll see her when you come back,” Robin assured. “I’ve been keeping her coming as a surprise for you. She’s going to be at Silverton Hall for two or three weeks after Thanksgiving. She promised me this visit last summer. She’s to be married in April, you know.”
“I received her betrothal announcement and that of one of my oldest Sanford chums on the same day last summer. My Sanford chum, Irma Linton, is to be married at Easter time. She is the girl who I used to tell you Elaine Hunter was like,” commented Marjorie. “Blanche and Elaine two loyal Silvertonites now on the road to matrimony,” she added musingly.
“Yes; and Portia Graham is a third. She won’t care if you know it, Marvelous Manager. She’s engaged to a doctor. She ’fessed up in one of her latest letters to me. But this isn’t on our regular program.” Robin again fell to consulting the list she had written.