"You'll probably be a member of the club next year, Miss Brown," the Professor was saying. "I'm sure you must sing. I am surprised they have not found it out by this time. Next winter you must——"
"I doubt if I am here next winter," interrupted Molly, and then blushed furiously and bit her lip. She wished she had not made that speech.
"Is anything going to happen that will keep you from coming to college next winter?" he asked, glancing at the violets.
"How can I tell what will happen?" she answered childishly.
"Then, why not come back next year?"
"Because—because——" she began. "Oh, here they come!" she interrupted herself to say, as the members of the Glee Club filed slowly out and took their seats. "Aren't they sweet in their white dresses?"
"Very!" answered the Professor, "but what's this about next year? It was just idle talk, wasn't it?"
"No, no," whispered Molly, for the first number was about to begin; "hasn't Mr. Blount told you anything?"
"Why, no. That is, nothing about you. What on earth?"
"Didn't you have a list of the stockholders?"