"But just think," interrupted Evelyn, "it means Bryn Mawr. That's what we think of when we think of college. Oh! I wish I could just for once say what I think of the dear place. But I never can talk about it in a sensible way."
"Just as well," put in Edith, "it's one of the things it doesn't pay to be sensible about."
"Edith, what do you mean?" interjected Louise, "when you speak in public you can't talk twaddle. Dick says, common sense is the only thing that holds people."
"He's faithful to his opinions anyway," answered Edith with a friendly nod, "you've just as much as ever."
"But, Nell," asked Evelyn, leaning forward in her interest, "what are you going to say?"
"That's what I don't know. I've gone from pillar to post trying to find out and——"
"No wonder you're weary," said Edith, "wasting your time that way. Why on earth didn't you ask us? Please tell us where you did go."
"Oh, to several places," answered Ellen evasively. "I never thought of bothering you people, you have so many outside things to attend to."
"Yes to be sure, husbands and children and all the——"
"You know that isn't what I mean," objected Ellen, setting down her teacup. "You always say you aren't interested in movements."