So, sure that no from them meant no, Kate had reported to the club, and received permission to invite Susan Downer and Gladys Philbrick in their places.
“Sue will come of course, and be glad to,” the club said. “Really, on the whole, she will be better than Dorothy, for Dorothy always wants to toe the line.”
Of Gladys, they by no means felt so sure. “She is, and she isn’t,” Lucy Snow said; “but she has lots of money, and that means splendid spreads.”
“But she won’t—she won’t”—Martha Dodd stopped.
“Won’t what?” asked the president in a most dignified manner.
“Won’t go through the corridors with her boots in her hands,” said Mamie with a rueful face, “and 58 get dosed. She’d stamp right along into Miss Ashton’s room, and say,—
“‘Miss Ashton, I’m late. Mark me, will you?’”
“She will keep us straight, then. I vote for Gladys;” and the first to hold up her hands—both of them—was Missionary Dodd.
So Gladys and Susan were invited to become members of the club, and accepted gladly, not knowing their room-mates had declined the same honor.
It was in this way that the club was to influence the rooms.