Entering the tea room they steered a straight course for one of four alcove tables. During the college year these tables were difficult to secure unless engaged beforehand. All four stood empty now. A brief lull in the mid-afternoon business of the Ivy had found the prosperous shop temporarily deserted.
“Who ever before saw an alcove table at the Ivy empty?” commented Robin as the chums seated themselves.
“It’s almost as still here today as in chapel after Prexy has read out an amazing notice,” declared Vera lightly.
“Observe how soon that chapel-like atmosphere will depart. We are here,” Leila reminded.
“No; this beatific state of sweet silence is due to be shattered this very minute,” Robin agreed.
“Right you are, Robin. It’s a grand palaver we’re about to have. Let us order the luncheon before the gabble party begins,” proposed Leila. “Consomme, chicken à la king, potato straws, cucumber salad and whatever your sweet tooth demands for dessert? Yes?” She turned inquiring eyes on her friends. “And a pot of tea, of course?”
“It suits me. I wish I were going to eat that dandy luncheon this minute. I’m so hungry,” sighed Marjorie.
Vera and Robin echoed Marjorie’s wish. The waitress obligingly promised to hurry the consommé to the hungry quartette and retired briskly kitchen-ward.
“Now who is going to start the gabble ball rolling?” playfully demanded Vera.
“You and Leila. Tell us about the campus.” Marjorie and Robin answered in the same words, and together. They both laughed. “One heart, one mind,” Robin quoted.