"Oh, I see. They"ll be awfully cross we didn"t send for them, and I love the two Dorothys when they"re mad. But, Poll, for goodness" sake give Lois a lecture; we don"t want this to happen too often, one fib"s enough," she finished with a yawn. "Now, I"ll go paint the sign."
Jane and Phylis were only too anxious to help make the slips--hero worship shone from their eyes as they took the sample from Polly.
"Aren"t you excited?" Phylis asked. "Landy, I"d be standing on my head if I thought--" She stopped and clapped her hand over her mouth.
Phylis" frank adoration really amused Polly. She found it very hard sometimes to face it with the proper Senior dignity. The excited little Freshman reminded her of herself at the same age. She almost wished the youngsters could make the sub team as she and Lois had done.
"I"m not excited, because I don"t think I have much chance," she answered, which was exactly what both girls had expected her to say.
"Bring those slips down to my room when you"ve finished, and don"t say that you helped, will you? It wouldn"t do for any one to think that the Seniors had favorite helpers," she said as she left them.
After she had gone, Jane and Phylis locked their door and talked in whispers, while they worked.
Polly went down stairs, printed out the notice of the cla.s.s meeting and pinned it on the bulletin board. She had an uncomfortably guilty feeling, tinged with pride and a certain amount of satisfaction when it was up. For it took real courage for Polly to lie, even for Lois. Then she went to Betty"s room, helped her with the box and did several other things.
It was time to dress for dinner before she returned to her room. She was brushing her hair before the dresser when Lois burst in upon her.
"Polly!" she exclaimed. "Isn"t this awful! I forgot about to-night and all the things there were to do. I was painting in the studio--oh, a duck of a picture, the corner of the house that you see from the window, and I forgot all about the time. What, under the sun, will I do?"
Polly"s chance had come, and she had no intention of letting it escape her.
"Rather late to do anything, don"t you think?" she asked indifferently, still brushing her hair.
Lois was taken by surprise. "But, Poll, you"ve got to help me," she begged, "think how furious the Dorothys will be."
"Can you blame them?" Polly held her brush in mid air. "As an organized and governing cla.s.s we are rather a joke, and the Dorothys don"t like to be laughed at," she finished, cuttingly.
This was too much for Lois. She had been working hard all afternoon over her picture and she was tired. She threw herself down on her bed and burst into tears.
"Polly," she sobbed, "don"t act like that. I know I"m no good as a president. I"ll resign to-night, only--oh, dear--" The rest was m.u.f.fled in the pillow.
Polly made a start forward, stopped, made a last effort to be severe, and gave in.
"Lois, dear, don"t," she pleaded, kneeling beside the bed, "don"t cry any more, sit up and listen to me. Everything"s all right." Lois dabbed at her eyes. "We"ve had a cla.s.s meeting, the box is ready, the slips are fixed and the notice is up. We"re supposed to have had a meeting, that is, I put a sign up that there"d be one at two-fifteen, only--" Polly hesitated. "I put it up at three o"clock. The Dorothys and Evelin and Helen will think we had it without them."
"Polly!" Lois was beginning to understand. "You deliberately did that to save me. You darling, I promise I"ll resign to-night."
"Resign!" Polly stood up, a sparkle in her eye. "Lois Farwell, if you resign, I"ll never, never speak to you again. I mean it."
Lois was apparently frightened into submission, for she said:
"All right, Poll, I won"t." Very meekly.
That evening the two Dorothys were astonished and not a little put out with the ease with which the election was gone through with. They had seen the cla.s.s meeting sign, and with Evelin and Helen accepted it without a doubt, which added considerably to Polly"s discomfort.
Lois, now that she was really awake to the necessity, acted the part of senior president, and announced and directed, quite properly.
The votes were cast in the a.s.sembly Hall. Each girl wrote the name of her choice for captain on a slip of paper and put it in the box. Then, all the girls who had been on the big team the year before, with the a.s.sistance of the Seniors, counted the votes.
The whole thing on this particular evening was gone through with in deadly silence, which was nerve racking, particularly to Polly. Not for worlds would she have confessed what it meant to her, but ever since her Freshman year, she had wanted to be captain. She had condemned the wish as foolish, but she had continued to hope.
After what seemed an endless wait, the names were sorted and counted, written on a sheet of paper and presented to Lois. She looked at it, gave a shout of joy, jumped up from her seat, and then, remembering the two Dorothys" love of form, she said quietly: "I have the honor to announce that Polly Pendleton has won the election by a sweeping majority."
And so it happened--
When the school heard it a little later everybody said:
"Why, of course. We knew it; no one else had a chance," and hurried to Polly to congratulate her. She said: "Thank you" to them all, and tried hard to fight down the silly, but uncontrollable longing to cry.
Lois slipped away the very first chance she got and went down stairs. On her way she met Betty.
"Where are you going?" she demanded.
Lois smiled, mysteriously.
"To send a telegram to Bob," she answered. "He made me promise I would."
The next day at luncheon, Polly found a yellow envelope at her place at table.
"What under the sun!" she demanded, looking at it. "Who do you suppose it"s from?"
"Opening it would be a good way to find out," Betty suggested.
Polly tore open the envelope.
"Why it"s from Bob! Lois, you wretch, listen!"
And she read the message. "Lois wired me the good news. Hearty congratulations, and good luck. Bob."
"Don"t call me a wretch." Lois protested, with a wicked grin. "Bob made me vow I"d wire him the minute little Polly was elected."
For the rest of the meal Polly was teased unmercifully.
After school the three held council, while she took down Lois" Princeton banner--for a week was up--and triumphantly put up her own.
"I don"t envy you your job, Polly," Betty began, "who are you going to choose for your team?"
"Isn"t it a blessing the Dorothys don"t play?" Lois laughed, "or we"d have to have them."
"Why the main team is easy," Polly said. "There"s you and Bet, and Evelin and myself already on it, and all Seniors; that only leaves two more to choose, and they"ll have to be Juniors. Let"s get Evelin and go over to the gym and see what"s doing."
They found sweaters and caps, called Evelin, and started off. Angela met them on the way.
"I"m going, too," she insisted; "even if I can"t play, my advice is invaluable."
When they reached the gym a game was under way, and much to their surprise, f.a.n.n.y Gerard was in the thick of it.
"Jemima! look at that!" Betty exclaimed, as she made a difficult basket.