“Oh, of course, but we all helped,” objected Edna.
“We helped when Dorothy showed us how. Now look here Edna. I don’t want you to think that I believe Dorothy Dale to be perfect, but the fact is—I have my first flaw to discover.”
“Hurrah! Hurray! Horroo!” Edna said quietly. “Tavia, you have, after all, something tangible. It’s love!”
“If you wake my dog it will not be love for you,” threatened the other.
“Say, look at Jean! I think she’s asleep on Jake’s shoulder. Won’t that be a leader for our—hazing!”
“There’s the lights!” called a quartette, for indeed the tower light of Glenwood shone brightly at the next turn.
Suddenly all the balcony lights were flashed on!
Then such cheers! Jake clung to the wheel as if the car might shy at the noise.
“Glenwood! Glenwood! Rah! Rah! Rah!
Back again, back again, Margery Daw!