“Yes, now I remember. I think she has rather a pleasant face.”
“Oh, do you really? Isn’t she awfully common and vulgar-looking?”
“Common and vulgar-looking people are often pleasant, nevertheless,” retorted Maggie.
“You’ll come to her auction?” insisted Rose.
“I don’t know. She has no right to have an auction. Such a proceeding would give great displeasure to our Principals.”
“How can you tell that? There never was an auction at the college before.”
“How can I tell, Rose? Instinct is my guide in a matter of this sort.”
Maggie stepped back and looked haughty.
“Well,” said Rose, “the Principals won’t ever know; we are taking good care of that.”
“Oh! I hope you may be successful. Good-night.”