When she had replaced the receiver, poor Grace Beach's brow was knitted. Had she made a mistake in accepting this rube Freshman's invitation to the Frolic? Leonard Trask had invited her cousin Delphine and Grace had expected that Joe Bartlett, Leonard's roommate, would extend a similar invitation to her. They were nice, good-looking boys and Joe had one of the finest cars in Tate.
But Joe had not offered himself as her escort. Indeed she began grudgingly to suspect that it was only Bartlett's loyalty to his roommate that had in the past led him to play the cavalier to Grace on the various excursions when the two Westoverians accompanied Delphine and her older cousin.
And Grace wanted desperately to go to the Frolic. Last year she had not been invited and had wept over it for quite some time. She did not want to admit the Tate students were beginning to overlook her in their social affairs.
And so she had accepted Harold's invitation. If Joe Bartlett asked her later—well, she would have to think of some excuse for sidetracking "Speedy."
