As the two girls neared Ronny she came down the steps and advanced to meet them. “So glad to see you again.” She greeted Augusta with a warmth which completely assured the doubting sophomore of her friendliness.
“And what have you been doing, Miss M. M. Dean?” she humorously interrogated Marjorie.
“I’d started for Silverton Hall to see Robin and Phil. Phil has a great idea she wants to tell Robin and me about. Now the great idea will have to wait. I’m going to a pow-wow in Gussie’s room.”
“No one invited me to a pow-wow.” Ronny turned reproachful eyes on Gussie. “I enjoy pow-wows far more than Marjorie does.”
“I invite you to one this minute. Excuse my seeming neglect. I’ve been at the Hall just long enough to set down my luggage and start out to find Marjorie. Double delighted to find your Highness, too.” Gussie made Ronny an exaggerated, respectful bow. Now sure of Ronny’s approval she entered blithely into the spirit of Veronica’s teasing remarks.
“Will you ask Jerry and Lucy to come and meet the gang in my room?” Gussie was in a pleasant flutter of excitement as the trio reached the second floor of the Hall. “Flossie went for Leila and Vera. They’re probably at the party now.”
“I’ll answer for Jerry, and trot her to the pow-wow directly,” Marjorie promised.
“Lucy’s still in our room. I think. You may expect us.” Ronny returned Gussie’s salute with one equally extravagant and disappeared into her room.
“She’s a perfect love! I won’t need that shaking after all,” Gussie confided to Marjorie with sparkling eyes as the two separated briefly.
Marjorie hurried lightly down the hall and opened the door of Room 15. “Hello, Jeremiah,” she greeted; “Gussie Forbes is back. We’re invited to a pow-wow in her room this very moment.”