I can do as much as that, I hope, after spoiling her sugaring-off party; and I really don't need that extra-priced room again." "You mean," said Betty, in amazement, "that you're going to give up your corner-room with the three windows and the lovely burlap hangings?" Eleanor nodded. "It wouldn't be much of a present from me if I just asked father for the money."
It was early in the afternoon of the great day of the sophomore reception that Betty Wales ran up two flights of stairs at the Hilton House, and bursting into Eleanor's "extra-priced" corner single, flung herself, hot and breathless, into Eleanor's Morris chair. "Oh, but I'm tired," she said, as soon as she could speak.