“I’m not going to write any.” Blue Bonnet felt a swift relief in this sudden settling of the question, once for all. She didn’t want to even hear about the Sargent just then. She wanted to get out in the rain, to battle with the wind and storm, instead of watching it here from the window. But there wouldn’t be any good in getting out for the little while recess lasted. It must have been someone like the founder of the Sargent prize who had settled on half-hour recesses.
“Not going to try!” Susy exclaimed, wonderingly. “But we’re all going to, Blue Bonnet!”
“It’s the—the proper thing to do, you know,” Ruth added.
“Ruth’s poaching on your ground, Sarah!” Kitty remarked.
Blue Bonnet twisted the end of her long braid impatiently. “That’s one reason why I am not going to try! There are so many ‘proper things’ to be done here in Woodford.”
“Don’t you worry, my dear,” Kitty observed; “no one’s likely to mistake you for a true, bred-in-the-bone Woodfordite—yet awhile.”
“You’ll be the only one of the ‘We are Seven’s’ not trying, Blue Bonnet,” Ruth protested.
“That’ll be something. Anyhow, only one girl can get it, out of the whole class.”
“That’s what makes it so jolly if one does win!” Kitty explained.