"Pooh! did you expect she would?"
"Oh, no! She's terribly selfish, of course, but you'd think, considering how nice Ursula's been to her—"
"Oh, my dear! As if that made any difference to Evange—sh, here she is!—What stunning violets, Evangeline! That's your Prom dress, isn't it? It's terribly sweet!"
Evangeline smiled and sank into the seat a little freshman promptly and adoringly vacated for her, and Biscuits went back to her place.
Suzanne stopped in America that summer, and with the promise of five subsequent years in Paris, prolonged her stay till the following June. She went so far as to come up to Northampton to her class reunion, assuring her friends that she had forgotten a few opprobrious epithets in her final anathema and had returned to deliver them in person.
As they stood in the crowd on Ivy Day, watching the snowy procession, the cameras suddenly snapped rapidly all about them and an excited voice murmured: "There she is! Isn't she grand? My dear, she had eleven invitations for the junior entertainment! Martha Sutton took her—" Evangeline Potts walked slowly by.
"And you ought to have seen her Commencement flowers! She had a bathtub full—literally! She wouldn't take 'em out and the tub couldn't be used—"
"She's president of Phi Kapp, I hear," said Biscuits.
"Oh, yes," replied Suzanne, "and on the dramatics committee, you know. She has lots of friends."
"I wonder why," said Biscuits, absently.