“I didn’t get any,” said Molly. “Even if there had been any left, I was too tired to eat anything. I’m afraid I wasn’t born to be anybody’s cook, Nance, or waitress, either.”
And Molly turned her face to the wall and wept silently.
Lest we forget, we will say now that two days after this episode of the coffee cups, there came, by express for Miss Molly Brown, a five-pound box of candy without a card, and the girls at Queen’s Cottage feasted right royally for almost two evenings.
CHAPTER VIII.
CONCERNING CLUBS,—AND A TEA PARTY.
At the first meeting of the freshman class of 19—, Margaret Wakefield of Washington, D. C., had been elected President.
Just how this came about no one could exactly say. She could not have been accused of electioneering for herself, and yet she made an impression somehow and had won the election by a large majority.
“Anybody who can talk like that ought to be President of something,” Molly had observed good naturedly. “She could make a real inauguration speech, I believe, and she knows all about Parliamentary Law, whatever that is.”
“She dashed off the class constitution just as easily as if she were writing a letter home,” said Judy.