"Oh, I say, thanks a lot!" she said, as she accepted it.
Miss Crosby detained Lois after the girls had all gone and introduced her to the two men. She heard their praise and criticism of her work with a beating heart. She was tempted to think it was all a dream, when she was back in her room, but the card she held in her hand, that the artist had given her, was proof of reality.
"Polly," she said, excitedly, "you should have heard the nice things he said to me, and he told me that if I wanted advice, to come to him.
Imagine! I"m much too thrilled to go tamely to bed."
"I know," Polly agreed; "my heart was in my throat when he was talking.
I thought he"d never stop. To-morrow I"m going to write Aunt Kate all about it. Think how delighted she"ll be."
Lois smiled happily. "I know she will. She"s always been so adorably interested in everything. I wish I had something to eat," she finished prosaically.
"I"ll go see if Bet and Ange have anything," Polly offered.
She tip-toed out of the door--for the good night bell had rung--and started toward Betty"s room. One of the housemaids was just coming down the corridor.
"Here"s a telegram for you, Miss Polly," she said. "Mrs. Baird told me to bring it up; it"s just come."
Polly took the yellow envelope and tore it open. "Lois," she cried, joyfully, rushing back to their room. "Look! a wire."
"Bob a hero--he"s won his letter."
(Signed) "Jim."
"Isn"t that wonderful?" Polly demanded. "Now we"ll never get to sleep,"
she added, laughing.
CHAPTER XVIII
FIELD DAY
The two weeks after the exhibition had been taken up by final examinations--an anxious time for the graduating cla.s.s.
Seddon Hall kept up a high standard and no girl could receive a diploma unless her marks showed a high average. When the papers were all corrected, a notice was posted on the bulletin board of the girls who had failed. Betty called it the black list.
"I know perfectly well my name will lead them all," she said. They were waiting in the corridor, for the list was to be posted to-day. "And if the Spartan has anything to do with it, she"ll probably print it extra large," she added.
Angela and Polly and Lois were with her, and to a less extent they shared her fears.
"It really doesn"t matter so much to you," Angela said; "You"re none of you going to college, but imagine if I flunk anything."
"You can make it up this summer," Lois said.
"Yes, and take entrance exams. No, thanks; I"d prefer entering on certificate," Angela drawled.
Evelin and Helen came out of the study hall. "Any news yet?" Evelin asked.
Betty shook her head. "No," she said, solemnly, "it must be a very long list they are making out. What are you two nervous about?"
"Everything in general," Helen said, hopelessly, "but history in particular."
"The Dorothys are calmly indifferent," Polly remarked. "Why aren"t they here?"
"They"re coming now," Evelin said. "No news?" she called.
Dot Mead stopped half way down the corridor.
"This suspense is killing me," she said, "we"ve been trying to study our parts, but it"s no use."
"This awful delay argues the very worst," Betty said. "We"ve all flunked everything, and all those beautiful new diplomas will never be used.
What a cruel waste."
"Betty, do try and be a little more cheerful," Polly pleaded; "can"t you see my knees are knocking together? Oh, if I ever live through this week!"
"That"s the way I feel," Lois agreed, forlornly. "I"ve a million and one things to do and no time. Think of it, Field Day to-morrow!"
"And that means, we ought to be practicing all day to-day," Evelin said.
"Exactly, but if I practice to-day, I won"t know my part for the play. I do wish Portia hadn"t talked so much," Lois answered.
"Then there"s all the things to see to about the dance," Angela added.
"And the Commencement Hymn to learn," Helen reminded them.
"The game"s the most important," Polly said, decidedly, "but I don"t want any of the team to do any practicing. Some one would be sure to get hurt."
"What are you going to do about Eleanor?" Betty asked.
"Give her a chance," Polly told her; "but she knows that the first foul she makes I take her out and put Maud in."
"Good! was she hurt?" Lois asked.
"No; she understands, and she"s promised to be very careful--"
"Oh, where--oh, where is that list?" Dorothy Lansing returned to the subject with a sigh.
They waited in silence for a while longer, and at last their patience was rewarded. They heard a step on the stair and Mrs. Baird came towards them.
"What is this? a Senior cla.s.s meeting?" she asked, smiling.
"No," Betty answered for them all. "We"re waiting in agonized suspense for the exam list."
"Why, you poor children," Mrs. Baird laughed; "there isn"t any list this year. You all pa.s.sed in everything."
There was an exclamation of joyful relief from the girls.