"Steady, Bet," Polly said quietly, "and do save your breath. Dot can"t do it again. I"ve just told f.a.n.n.y she must not use this hill and she quite understands."
"Then we will tell her she can." Dorothy Lansing spoke for the first time.
Betty and Lois looked at Polly. She picked up the rope of her sled and started up the hill.
"Tell her anything you like," she said over her shoulder, "but she won"t coast again."
When the three reached Senior Alley, they met Angela. They were full of indignation and would have told her all about it, but Angela had news too. She greeted them excitedly.
"Girls! what do you think, Connie comes to-night. She"ll be here on the five-eleven. She "phoned Mrs. Baird from New York. Did you ever hear anything so thrilling? Just imagine Connie back again!"
"For good?" Polly demanded.
"No, just for a visit, she"s going back day after to-morrow."
"Jemima! I"m glad," Betty exclaimed. "Won"t it be natural to have her around again?"
"We"ve always missed her," Lois added. "Can"t we have something special for her to-night?"
"How about a straw ride?" suggested Betty; "Mrs. Baird would let us--it"s Friday."
"Oh, let"s, and just ask the old girls who knew her," Angela hurried on--her drawl for once discarded. "We"ll get Mrs. Baird to chaperone, if we can."
"I"ll go ask her," Betty volunteered. "You go get the girls.
"I suppose all the Seniors will go," Angela said, none too enthusiastically, and Polly and Lois suddenly remembered that she had not heard about the Dorothys. Lois told her.
"Polly just mounted her dignity and oh, Ange, it was rare," she finished, laughing. "But I suppose they must be asked."
"Let"s tell Bet she has to do it," Polly suggested. "She"s so raging at Dot Mead, that she wants to box her ears."
"You"ll really have to, Ange," Lois said.
"Not I, you"re Senior president," Angela protested, adding nonchalantly: "Besides, if I ask, they might accept. Were Evelin and Helen in it?"
"No, they must go to-night; the Senior cla.s.s must not be divided equally against itself," Polly said, thoughtfully. "I"ll ask them now, and I"ll make them go." She went off to find them.
A few minutes before study hour they all met in Study Hall.
"Mrs. Baird says we may go, of course," Betty began, "and she"s told McDonald to bring around the sleigh at seven-fifteen."
"Will she chaperone?"
"No, she"s got an awful lot to do. She suggested Miss Crosby. So I asked her. She said she"d love to-- I"d rather have had Miss Porter, on account of Connie--but I didn"t like to say so."
"Evelin and Mildred will come; they were a little cold at first," Polly said, "but they"re all right now, and crazy to see Connie."
"How about the Dorothys, Lo?" Betty demanded.
Lois chuckled wickedly.
"They have made other plans for this evening, and will be unable to go,"
she said, sadly. "I didn"t urge them."
"Good; that leaves about fifteen--just the right number for the wagon."
Angela consulted her list. "I"ve got enough crackers and chocolate for everybody," she added.
"Look at the time!" Betty exclaimed. "Who keeps study hour to-night?"
"The Spartan."
"Oh, Lordy! Well, I"ll have to be late. Somebody tell her I have Mrs.
Baird"s permission, if she misses my smiling face."
"Where are you going?" Polly asked.
"To get my clothes and take them to the guest room. Mrs. Baird said Connie would sleep with Ange while she"s here. I"m off."
"Betty, you darling!" Angela exclaimed--but Betty was half way down the hall.
CHAPTER VIII
AN EVENTFUL STRAW-RIDE
Study hour began at five o"clock and lasted until six-thirty.
The girls found it impossible to get to work. At exactly five-eleven, Angela threw a note to Polly.
"Her train is due," it read. "Do you suppose we"ll have to wait until dinner to see her?"
Polly shrugged her shoulders and shook her head in reply, and tried to get interested in her history.
A few minutes later, Lois left her seat and went over to the dictionary by the window. The sound of carriage wheels made her completely forget the word she was hunting for. She peeked out of the window. There was Connie on the driveway. Lois watched her pay the driver and pick up her suitcase. Then she went back to her seat.
"She"s here," she whispered to Angela and Polly in pa.s.sing.
Angela almost shouted with joy, but the Spartan"s frown of displeasure at the disturbance at the back of the room made her bury her head in her desk. Just as the clock struck the half hour, Betty came in. She went up to the platform and said, loud enough for everybody to hear:
"Miss Hale, Constance Wentworth is here, and Mrs. Baird wants Angela in her office."
There was a general murmur of "oh, good!" through the room, and Angela was half way to the door before Miss Hale had given her permission.
Everybody laughed as they heard her running down the stairs, two steps at a time.
Connie was waiting for her. They fell into each other"s arms and kissed heartily. Mrs. Baird was sitting at her desk.