“It’s our own money,” protested Berta defiantly.
“But our scholarships are the same as borrowed.”
“ANYTHING NEW?”
“The tickets are bought and paid for.”
Robbie Belle caught a glimpse of figures emerging from the dining-room. “There come those two seniors who forgot to get seats in advance. Isn’t it lucky! Now we can sell them ours.”
“Give me my ticket,” demanded Berta’s voice sullenly, “you never cared.”
“But it is not honest,” repeated Robbie Belle stubbornly. “I never thought of it in that light before. It is not honest to spend five dollars and more for a luxury while we are living on borrowed money.”