“Maybe we’ll have clam chowder for luncheon,” she said, “and then won’t those two seniors be sorry!”
CHAPTER IV
HER FRESHMAN VALENTINES
When Bea straightened her head from its anxious tilt over the desk, she drew the tip of her tongue from its perilous position between two rows of white teeth, and heaved a mighty sigh of relief.
Then she blinked admiringly upon the white pile of envelopes lying in the glow of the drop-light. “There! That makes fifteen valentines all for her. She will be sure to receive more than any other senior, and that will teach Berta Abbott a thing or two. The idea of her insisting that her senior is more popular than my senior!”
With a smile that was rather more sleepy than dreamy, the industrious young freshman picked up the precious missives.
“O Lila,—my magnanimous roommate,—are you asleep? Do you want to listen to my last valentines? I intend to run down and put them in the senior caldron presently. Is this sentimental? When I read it to Berta, she laughed at it.
“My Music