Part 7 (1/2)
”Goodness,” said Georgia, when she had recovered her breath. ”Did you hear that horrid Lucile? 'A regular freshman trick'--that's what she said to her man. They blame everything on us.”
”Well if this fudge is regular freshman fudge, it's the best I ever tasted,” said little Helen Adams tactfully.
Later in the evening Betty trailed her red kimono into Helen's room.
”Helen,” she began, ”did I have on my pearl pin when we started down-stairs to-night? I can't find it anywhere.”
”I don't think you did,” said Helen, thoughtfully, ”but I'll go and see. You might have dropped it off when we all landed in a heap on the floor.”
But the freshmen had not found the pin and diligent search of Georgia's room, as well as of the halls and stairways, failed to reveal it.
”Oh, well, I suppose it will turn up,” said Betty easily. ”I lost it once last year, and ages afterward I found it in my desk. I shan't worry yet awhile. I didn't have it on this morning, did I?”
This time Helen remembered positively. ”No, you had on your lucky pin--the silver four-leaved clover that I like so much. I noticed particularly.”
”All right then,” said Betty. ”I saw it last night, so it must be about somewhere. Some day when I'm not so lame from riding and so sleepy, I'll have a grand hunt for it.”
CHAPTER V
THE RETURN OF MARY BROOKS
All through the fall Mary Brooks's ”little friends” had been hoping for a visit from her, and begging her to come soon, before the fine weather was over. Now she was really and truly coming. Roberta had had the letter of course, by virtue of being Mary's most faithful satellite; but it was meant for them all.
”The conquering heroine is coming,” Mary wrote. ”She will arrive at four on Monday, and you'd better, some of you, meet the train, because there's going to be a spread along, and the turkey weighs a ton. Don't plan any doings for me. I've been to a dance or a dinner every night for two weeks and I'm already sick of being a busy bud, though I've only been one for a month--not to mention having had the gayest kind of a time all summer. So you see I'm coming to Harding to rest and recuperate, and to watch you children play at being seniors. I know how busy you are, and what a bore it is to have company, but I shall just take care of myself. Only get me a room at Rachel's little house around the corner, and I won't be a bit of trouble to anybody.”
”Consider the touching modesty of that now!” exclaimed Katherine. ”As if we weren't all pining for a sight of her. And can't you just taste the spread she'll bring?”
”We must make her have it the very night she gets here,” said Betty practically. ”There's a lot going on next week, and as soon as people find out that she's here they'll just pounce on her for all sorts of things.”
”I hereby pounce upon her for our house dance,” announced Babbie Hildreth hastily. ”Isn't it jolly that it comes this week? I had a presentiment that I'd better save one of my invitations.”
”You needn't have bothered,” said Babe enviously. ”I guess there'll always be room for Mary Brooks at a Westcott House dance--as long as 19-- stays anyway.”
”Don't quarrel, children,” Madeline intervened. ”Your dance is on Wednesday. Is there anything for Tuesday?”
”A psychology lecture,” returned Helen Adams promptly.
”Cut it out,” laughed Katherine. ”Mary isn't coming up here to go to psychology lectures.”
”But she does want to go to it,” declared Roberta, suddenly waking up to the subject in hand. ”I thought it was queer myself, but she speaks about it particularly in her letter. Let me see--oh, here it is, in the postscript. It's by a friend of Dr. Hinsdale, she says; and somebody must have written her about it and offered her a ticket, because she says she's already invited and so for us not to bother. Did you write her, Helen?”
”No,” said Helen, ”I didn't. The lecture wasn't announced until yesterday. There was a special meeting of the Philosophical Club to arrange about it.”
”It's queer,” mused Katherine. ”Mary was always rather keen on psychology----”
”On the psychology of Dr. Hinsdale you mean,” amended Madeline flippantly. ”But that doesn't explain her inside information about this lecture. We'll ask her how she knew--that's the quickest way to find out. Now let's go on with our schedule. What's Thursday?”
”The French Club play,” explained Roberta. ”I think she'd like that, don't you?”
Madeline nodded. ”Easily. It's going to be awfully clever this time.