After school, the two candidates went home. It was not the custom for them to stay to the election.
Molly Mooney went off, laughing, and calling back to her friends to stand by her, and elect her.
Bernice, on the other hand, walked off without a word; her head tossing haughtily, as if she had no concern in the matter.
“The worst thing she could do!” fumed Dotty. “The ones ‘on the fence’ will be put out at her manner, and will vote for Molly!”
Some other business was transacted and then the election began.
Even at the last minute a note was thrust into Dotty’s hand. It was from Tod Brown and it said:
“If I vote for Bernice, will you give me all the dances at the High School Christmas Dance?”
“How perfectly ridiculous!” exclaimed Dotty to herself. And looking over at Tod, she said a noiseless but unmistakable “No!”
“All right,” Tod signalled back, “then I vote for Molly.”
“Oh, goodness!” thought the distracted Dotty, “what shall I do? It would be idiotic to dance every dance with him, and yet—if it means the casting vote—”