“You are so cheering, Jeremiah. I did worry about Gussie, for her to hear anything horrid now, when she’s so full of the election, would cut her to the heart.
“Cut it out, Bean, cut out worry, is the valuable advice of Dr. Macy. If you must worry, worry about me. I can’t decide what I ought to study. I’m too highly educated now. My brain rebels against being stuffed any fuller. I’m what you might call wise in my own conceit.”
“You’re a cheerful goose,” was Marjorie’s fond opinion. Nevertheless she wished the eventful sophomore election were the next day instead of the day after.
“What is the news from the soph’s election, I wonder? Ronny Lynde looked interestedly toward Hamilton Hall where the sophomore class had collected in a deserted recitation room to elect their officers.
“Here comes Muriel. Maybe she has heard echoes of the tumult that writhes within. What are _you_ doing in the sacred corridors of Hamilton Hall?” Marjorie banteringly hailed. “You don’t belong there.” Marjorie and Ronny were passing Hamilton Hall on their way from a recitation in French Prose.
“Mayn’t a mouse peep into a castle?” demanded Muriel. “I happen to be studying Greek, though I may not look it.”
“Greek,” Ronny meditatively repeated. “That might account for some of your strange actions. Things inexplicable are often remarked as being ‘so much Greek.’ I must say——”
“Don’t say it,” pleaded Muriel. Let me talk. The sophs are making a grand splatter and clatter at their meeting. It sounded almost as though they were engaged in mortal combat.
“I’d love to linger here and get the first news,” Marjorie said with a bright glance into the open doorway of Hamilton Hall. “It’s against P. G. dignity, though. Besides Professor Leonard wishes to see me at four-thirty in the gym. It’s four-twenty-five now.” She consulted her wrist watch. “I’ll leave you two. Of course, if you should decide to wait for the election returns, it wouldn’t be my fault,” she told the two significantly.
“Such consideration for your friends,” Muriel called after her. Marjorie made a derisive little gesture over one shoulder then quickened her step so as not to keep Professor Leonard waiting.
She found him in his office, his desk littered with physical culture programs which he was in process of making.