“Wait until you try the hickory nut cake, and you won’t be so scornful,” answered Molly, somehow not liking this accusation regarding the appetites of her people.
“Did I hear the words ‘hickory nut cake’ spoken?” demanded Frances Andrews, who apparently talked to no one at the table except freshmen.
“Yes, I brought some. Come up and try it to-night,” said Molly hospitably.
“That would be very jolly, but I can’t to-night, thanks,” said Frances, flushing.
And then Molly and Nance noticed that the other sophomores and juniors at the table were all perfectly silent and looking at her curiously.
“I hope you’ll all come,” she added lamely, wondering if they were accusing her of inhospitality.
“Not to-night, my child,” said Sally Marks, rising from the table. “Thank you, very much.”
As the two freshmen climbed the stairs to their room a little later, they passed by an open door on the landing.
“Come in,” called the voice of Sally. “I was waiting for you to pass. This is my home. How do you like it?”
“Very much,” answered the two girls, really not seeing anything particularly remarkable about the apartment, except perhaps the sign on the door which read “Pax Vobiscum,” and would seem to indicate that the owner of the room had a Christian spirit.