“That was it. She never said anything. Nobody said anything. Eloise Blair carries tortoise-shell lorgnettes——”
“She doesn’t need them,” broke in Nance.
“She only does it to make herself more haughty.”
“Anyway, Eloise raised the lorgnettes.”
“Poor Miss Higgins,” cried Molly.
“There was perfect silence for about a minute. Then they all walked on, leaving little Higgins standing alone in the middle of the campus.”
“And where were you?” asked Margaret.
“Oh, I was with the seniors,” answered Judy, flushing slightly. “I had been over to Beta Phi to see Rosomond about something.”
It was impossible for Judy’s friends not to make an amiable unspoken guess as to why she had visited the Beta Phi circle. It had been evident for some time that she was working to get into the “Shakespeareans,” the most exclusive dramatic club in college. There was an awkward silence as this thought flashed through their minds. Molly felt embarrassed for her chum. After all, she was no worse than Margaret Wakefield, who had managed to get herself elected three years in succession as president of her class.
“What was the other extinguisher Miss Higgins had, Judy?” asked Molly.