The pep you cannot down,
Sheridan pep Mimi pep the peppiest pep around. Heh!”
“Mimi, we realize you can’t do your stuff in true Terpsichorean style with that cotton in one side of your nose, but do by some speech or symbol signify your acceptance.”
Mimi hopped up on the stool beside Olivia. She was grinning from ear to ear, wide mouth, bandage and a carrot top.
“At a precious place like Sheridan, I’d rather be cheer leader than President! Thank you too much for this honor. Olivia is right. ‘The spirit am willing but de flesh am weak’ as my Mammy Cissy says but I can count a feeble ‘one-two-three’ for y’all to give fifteen for Sheridan——”
That fifteen was never finished. Mrs. Cole pushed her way in.
“Girls!” Her voice drenched them with ice water. “There are music lessons, and office work and college classes going on around the building in spite of the fact that the Preparatory Department seems to be making a Roman holiday.”
That was enough. She turned sourly and walked out, the tails on her serge skirt flopping behind her at every prim step. The girls scattered after her.
“Did anybody say ‘kill-joy’?” Betsy laughed.
“Not I!” Mimi declared. “Take more than a little thing like that to take me down when I’m so thrilled. Oh Betsy,” Mimi moved toward her, “you did it, you did it every bit. You’re a good sport!”