"Right you are! I'll propose her myself."
Mavie ran quickly upstairs to the classroom.
"Aren't you coming, Dorothy? It's the committee meeting of the 'Dramatic', you know. The others are all waiting; they sent me to fetch you."
"You'll get on just as well without me," growled Dorothy, with her head inside her desk.
"Nonsense! Don't be such a goose. I tell you, everybody's waiting."
"Dorothy's jealous of Hope," piped Annie Gray, who, as monitress, was performing her duty of cleaning the blackboard.
"I'm not! How can you say such a thing? I don't care in the least about the Wardenship."
"Then come and show up at the meeting, just to let them see you're not sulking, at any rate," whispered Mavie. "Do be quick! I can't wait any longer."
Dorothy slammed her desk lid, but complied. Though she would rather have preferred her own society that day, she did not wish her conduct to be misconstrued into jealousy or sulks.
"Go on, Mavie, and I'll follow," she replied abruptly, but not ungraciously.