Artie had an important appointment with Ward before the afternoon session of school—they each had three cents left over from their hoard carefully saved for the club dues, which Fred was sure to collect the next day—and he went back before Polly. When she reached school, five minutes before the one o’clock bell, her eyes were bright with excitement.
“Something—nice—to—tell—you,” she whispered across the room to Margy, as the bell clanged and the pupils took their seats. This year, much to the three girls’ delight, Margy had her seat in the same room as Jess and Polly, though they did not recite together in all their classes.
All that afternoon Polly fairly glowed. Her eyes twinkled and nothing could ruffle her good nature, not even missing a fairly easy word in spelling, which Carrie immediately spelled after her.
“Get the boys,” she commanded Margy, as they struggled into their coats in the cloakroom. “I have the best news in the world to tell you!”
CHAPTER VII
A POSTPONEMENT
Margy caught Ward and Artie at the gate of the school yard and Polly herself met Fred as he came down the stairs, his mouth puckered to whistle as soon as he should be safely out of the door. Whistling inside the building was forbidden.
“What is it? What is it?” cried Jess, who had caught the excitement from Margy. “Hurry up, Polly, and tell us.”
“Well, you know that room at the back of the house we just had finished this fall?” demanded Polly.
“The one your mother is going to have as another spare room?” asked Jess.
“With painted furniture and a gray and pink rug?” said Margy.