Kitty turned on her almost fiercely; “You’d better not, Blue Bonnet Ashe! This is a class affair—don’t you forget that!”
“Well,” Ruth said thoughtfully, “it is to be hoped Mademoiselle is able to come Friday; we’ll be in pretty hot water if she isn’t.”
Blue Bonnet was looking perplexed; school life seemed full of unexpected pitfalls. “I suppose,” she questioned, “that cutting class is considered pretty bad?”
“We sha’n’t exactly expect rewards of merit for doing it,” Debby answered.
“Which way did you vote, Blue Bonnet?” Kitty asked, sharply.
“I didn’t vote; before I really understood what it was you were all going to do, Billy told me it was quite settled.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Kitty said; “of course, you’ll go with the class; unless—”
“Unless?” Blue Bonnet repeated.
Kitty laughed. “Unless you want to be jolly uncomfortable afterwards.”
“We’re all of us likely to be that,” Ruth said hurriedly, as Blue Bonnet’s color rose. “Oh, I’m not backing out—so you needn’t look at me in that tone of voice, Kitty! But I’ve got sense enough not to look forward with any pleasure to a tussle with the powers that be.”