“But that’s nonsense, Dot. We’ve got to go, if my plan falls through. And it has about fallen.”
“You said you’d speak to Mr. Forbes, himself.”
“I know, but I can’t do that. I’ve thought it out, and I believe that would be wrong, because I know Dad wouldn’t like me to do it. But to bargain with Bernice is different. Just two girls, you know.”
“Well, let’s try some new plan. I’ll tell you, Doll, let’s make her Class President. We vote next week, you know. We’ll electioneer,—or whatever you call it,—and make the whole class vote for her.”
“Yes! Make the whole class vote for her! I think I see them doing that!”
“Well, we can get a majority, anyway. You and I can coax or bribe lots of the girls, and Tod and Tad will help round up the boys on our side.”
“Well,” and Dolly brightened a little, “maybe we could do that. Bernie is so uncertain, lately. One day she’s as sweet as pie, and then she’s queer as a spidereen! Celia won’t vote for her, I know that.”
“I bet I can make Celia vote for her. I know a way!” and Dotty wagged her head wisely.
Dolly was too busy thinking to ask what the way was. “You see,” she went on, “we mustn’t let Bernice know we’re getting votes for her, or she’ll get mad.”
“No, she needn’t know it, but we ought to get right at it, Doll.”