Whatever she guessed she was wrong. None of the guesses were thrilling enough. It was something she had been off and on unofficially but now she could be officially and wear a white uniform on special occasions.
Although the meeting time seemed long to Mimi, her elephant’s-child curiosity prickling her ’til she couldn’t sit still, it was short. It took Betsy five minutes to have President Gretchen call the meeting to order, to present her motion, have it adopted by acclamation, and give a yell of victory.
Standing by the open window, Mimi heard the echoes of the fifteen rahs coming up from the chapel ell. The ending blurred. What was it they were saying?
Soon she knew for the same yell was repeated outside her door.
She did not hear Betsy signal “one-two-three” but the rahs were so low and snappy and lusty Mimi knew Betsy was leading.
Now she knew the ending. It was; “Mimi, Mimi, M-M-Mimi!”
Mimi’s merry blue eyes danced.
“Shall we huff and puff and blow Tumble Inn down or will you open the door?” Gretchen called.
Before Mimi could answer the girls threw the door open themselves and stormed in; all the Preps. They piled on the beds, propped against the window sills and the radiator. Olivia pompously mounted the stool to the vanity and rapped the wall for order.
“Madam chairman,” (this to Gretchen) “ladies and Mimi, with regret I announce Sheridan Prep has, for the season, lost a great forward. But even this dark cloud has a silver lining. By this loss she has gained a great cheer leader. Ladies, I give you Mimi Hammond, a red headed pepper pot who, henceforth, will direct your vociferations! Youzza!”