But this particular first Sunday looked as if it were going to disprove the efficiency of the plan.
It was the day after the Welcome Dance to the new girls, and it was raining. Not a nice, heavy pouring rain, but a dreary persistent drizzle. The girls wandered aimlessly about the corridors in the most woe-begone fashion, for there was no chance of getting out of doors for a walk.
The dance the night before had proved a great success. Instead of each old girl taking a new girl, as had formerly been the custom, Polly"s versatile brain had decided on a far better plan.
The new girls arrived in a body in a.s.sembly Hall and were received by their cla.s.s and formally introduced to one another. Then a daisy chain started and was so arranged that before it was over, every one had met and spoken to every one else in the school. By the time the refreshments arrived, all the girls were in a gale and not a tear was shed.
Sunday, however, was a different matter. Everybody felt damp and cold in church, and the sermon had been very long. Even Betty was out of sorts.
"Do you know," she said, crossly--she and Angela were in Polly"s and Lois" room the early part of the afternoon. "I"m tired of us. We are all so afraid of letting anybody else into our select company that we are growing positively stuck up. Deny it, if you can," she persisted, as Polly looked up in surprise. "Here we sit like graven images, when we ought to be in a.s.sembly Hall. Come on."
"Oh, Bet, you"re so energetic," Angela drawled, "and we"re so comfy."
"a.s.sembly Hall won"t be any fun," Polly protested. "I"m crazy to do something too, but--"
"Let"s go get f.a.n.n.y," Lois suggested. "She"s bound to make us laugh. I was talking to her before church this morning. She was fussing about having to carry so many subjects; when she got to geometry she waxed eloquent. "I declare there"s no use my wasting my time on arithmetic,"
she said, and when I told her there was a slight difference between the two, she wouldn"t have it. "It"s all the same thing; maybe one"s a tiny bit more elaborate than the other, but what"s the use of proving all those angles equal. I don"t reckon I"ll ever be a carpenter; so there"s just no sense in it." I had to laugh at her," Lois finished.
"Oh, f.a.n.n.y"s rare," Betty agreed. "Let"s go see if she"s in her room instead of asking her down here. I"m tired of Senior Alley."
Polly and Lois agreed with alacrity, but Angela insisted she had letters to write and they left her knowing quite well there would be no jam left when they returned.
f.a.n.n.y was in her room, but instead of opening the door to Polly"s knock, she called out:
"Who all"s there?"
"We are," Lois answered for them. "May we come in?"
The annoyed tone vanished from f.a.n.n.y"s voice.
"Oh, you all," she called; "come in, of course;"--and as they entered--"I thought maybe it was some of those impertinent young Freshmen coming to give me advice, and I just couldn"t be bothered with them. That"s why I didn"t sound too cordial."
She was sitting on the floor in the middle of her room, surrounded by letters and bands of every color ribbon.
"I hope we"re not disturbing you?" Polly said, rather taken aback at the sight of her. She couldn"t quite understand all the letters, but she had her suspicions.
Betty found a place to sit, or rather perch, on the bed.
"Playing postoffice?" she asked with a grin.
But f.a.n.n.y refused to be teased. She continued to sort out her letters, while she explained their presence.
"You see," she began dreamily, "these here notes are all from my boy friends; some of them are three years old."
"The friends?" queried Lois.
"No, stupid, the letters," Betty said hastily in an aside. "Yes, go on,"
she encouraged f.a.n.n.y.
"And every now and then I like to read them over; some of them are awfully sweet, especially Jack"s."
"Who"s Jack?" her listeners demanded in chorus.
"Oh, Jack"s my favorite admirer," she admitted, rather than stated.
"He"s crazy about me, or so he says. I reckon I"ll just have to marry him one of these days. He"s so handsome--" She paused, a sentimental smile of remembrance wreathing her face.
"How thrilling! do tell us," Betty begged. She was gurgling with joy inside, and like Polly and Lois, she was highly amused. They were all laughing at f.a.n.n.y, rather than with her, which was unkind and inexcusable, as they had encouraged the recital, but her sentimental att.i.tude was beyond their understanding.
Boys figured largely in all their thoughts, it"s true, but in a totally different way. Polly, for instance, quite frankly admired Bob Farwell.
She endowed him with every virtue. He was tremendously clever. He was the most wonderful athlete, and he loved dogs--especially Polly"s dogs--in fact he was altogether perfect in her eyes--but she couldn"t imagine tying up his letters in baby blue ribbons and keeping them in her top drawer.
And Lois, who was quite extravagantly fond of Frank Preston, would have repudiated and emphatically denied any suggestion of his being a suitor.
As for Betty--the idea of liking a boy just because he was handsome, was too foolish to even consider. The fact that d.i.c.k Saxon--supposedly her arch enemy, but really her best friend--had flaming red hair and was undeniably homely--may, of course, had something to do with her disgust for good looks. Like lots of other girls, The Three judged boys by their ability to do; while the road to f.a.n.n.y"s heart was by way of graceful and charming compliments.
"You were saying--" Polly interrupted f.a.n.n.y"s dream.
"Why, let me see--about Jack? He"s really stunning in his uniform--he goes to military school--I have a lot of b.u.t.tons off his coat."
At this point, Lois, much to the disgust of Polly and Betty, instead of waiting for more of Jack, inquired:
"Why have you all these colored ribbons to tie up your letters? I thought all love letters had to be tied in blue?"
f.a.n.n.y picked up the various bands, looked at them while she went over in her mind whether or not she would tell them her special system. It was a clever idea, so she decided she would.
"Blue is for love letters," she told Lois, "because blue is true. I tie all Jack"s letters in blue. Yellow means fickle--" She paused. "Well, there is a boy," she proceeded reluctantly, "down home, who used to like me until he met a cousin of mine, and she just naturally cut me out; so I tie his letters with yellow ribbon. This here green," she took up two letters tied with a narrow piece of baby ribbon, "is for hope."
"Hope?" Lois stifled a laugh. "Do you mean you hope for more?"
f.a.n.n.y had heard the giggle and looked up in surprise. A little hurt look stole across her face.
"I reckon you all think I"m silly," she said, slowly, "but you see, down home, there"s not much to do between holidays, when the boys come, except write letters and wait for mail, and all the girls I--"
She stopped; a big lump rose in her throat, and her eyes filled with tears.
The Three felt properly ashamed of themselves. Polly finally broke the embarra.s.sed silence.
"We don"t think you"re silly at all," she fibbed consolingly. "If you want to keep your letters, why shouldn"t you tie them up in appropriate colored ribbons?"
"But you wouldn"t keep yours," f.a.n.n.y replied with more insight than they had given her credit for.
"Well, no; I wouldn"t, that is, I don"t," Polly answered, lamely. And Betty seized the first opportunity to change the subject.
"What did you say about the Freshmen bothering?" she asked, when f.a.n.n.y was in smiles again.
"They most certainly did, two of them, Jane and Phylis. They came in and wanted to know if I was homesick." f.a.n.n.y looked indignant. "I told them no. Then they looked at all the pictures on my bureau, and Jane, the sa.s.sy little thing, told me if I wanted to get along at Seddon Hall, I"d have to stop being boy crazy. I just told them to go on about their business, right quick, and they went," she finished triumphantly.
"Jemima! the little--" Betty stopped from sheer astonishment. Polly and Lois exchanged understanding glances.