"Quite a brain-throb!"
"Renie, I'm beginning to admire you!"
"Peachy can paint beautifully!"
"So can Joan and Esther. Shall I go and say we offer to do six programs? Right-o! Come with me, Peachy. You're our champion wheedler."
The two delegates started at once on their diplomatic mission. They felt indeed that there was no time to be lost. They found several of the prefects collected in Rachel's bedroom, where possibly they were having a little private candy party, for there were sounds of a rustling of paper and a shutting of drawers before they were granted permission to enter the precincts. The Transition girls always envied the seniors' rooms. These were on the seaward side of the house, and their balcony had glorious views over the bay and the surrounding coast. The decorations were very tasteful. The walls were gray, with a stenciled frieze of hydrangeas, and there were soft-shaded Indian rugs on the polished wood floor. Rachel and her roommates had provided their own luxuries in the way of pretty cushions, table-covers, pictures, and flower-vases, and the general effect was of harmonious comfort.
"Well? What can I do for you?" inquired the head girl briefly, as Stella admitted the diplomats.
It was not a very encouraging reception. Possibly the prefects were annoyed at being disturbed in the midst of what they were doing.
Peachy, however, ignored Rachel's tone, and putting on her most winning smile inquired:
"We wonder if you're painting any program covers for the carnival?"
Rachel lolled back in her chair and retied the bow that terminated her long dark pigtail.