Marjorie smiled to herself. Into her mind had come remembrance of the two disturbing letters she had lately received. Jerry’s efforts to discover the author of the one had been fruitless. Marjorie had proudly ignored the writer of the other. Such letters did not argue well for the “peaceful pleasures of the P. G.”
“Your days of peaceful P. G. pleasure are over, Veronica Browning Lynne. You may manage the first show we shall give.”
“‘Let us then be up and doing, with a heart for any fate,’” Ronny quoted, striking an attitude.
“Something like that.” Marjorie caught Ronny’s upraised arm and drew it under her own. Ronny had brought to mind the inspiring old poem she had so greatly loved and clung to in her grammar school days. Now as ever her soul answered the call of it.
How she made it her watchword through the rest of the college year amid many perplexities and vexations will be told in: “Marjorie Dean, Marvelous Manager.”
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