“Don’t worry; I think that we have won honor enough simply by being admitted to the competition. Lots of colleges are envious of us.”
“They will not be very long,” said Dolly soberly.
There was really nothing to be said that could comfort Dolly. All that she asserted was only too true. None of the quartette were on the athletic teams, but all of the students had been discussing the coming contests with grave faces.
“If we had not made the absurd rule that only Seniors could be in these contests, we might do something even yet. There is rather good material among the freshmen and sophomores.”
“But the other colleges only admit the seniors, so we could not be allowed to pick from all the classes. If only Ruth Armstrong were here!”
But Ruth, just then, was climbing the Alps, with no thought of her former classmates who stood in such dire need of her.
“Tell me once more on what contests you have finally decided.” Of course, it was Mary who asked the question; any other girl would have known.
“The idea of your not knowing!”
“Well, you have changed your minds so often, and I have been so busy with my new experiments, that I do not think it wonderful that I am not posted. Tell me, Dolly.”
“The faculties limited us to three contests. I felt indignant at the time, for I wanted a dozen, at least, but now I am ready to bow to their superior wisdom. The more contests there are, the more defeats there would be for us.”