Leila received the assertion with the broad, ingenuous smile for which she was famed on the campus. “I believe you, Beauty,” she said with an admiring candor which produced ready laughter.
“We ought to make a start for the campus, girls.” Robin consulted her wrist watch.
“Away we go. Remember this is my feast.” Leila was on her feet, the luncheon check in one hand.
“Remember the Baretti dinner is to be mine,” Marjorie impressed upon her companions. “The Dean Entertainment fund must be used, you know.”
“Don’t forget the grand banquet at the Colonial tomorrow night,” Robin announced in a managerial voice. “You’re not the only person on the campus with an entertainment fund.”
“My treat will be a dinner at Orchard Inn,” Vera promised. “You two girls have never been to Orchard Inn. Wait until you see it.” She grew enthusiastic. “Leila and I just happened to discover it while we were out driving. There; that’s all I intend to tell you about it.”
“Is not Midget cruel?” Leila shook a disapproving head.
“Is not Leila aggravating,” retaliated Vera, imitating Leila’s tone.
“Since you ask outright; yes, to both questions. We couldn’t help thinking it, but we were too polite to say so,” declared Robin. “We’ve a grievance of our own against those two. Haven’t we, Marjorie?”
“I should say we had.” Marjorie laid stress on her reply.