“But why? You must have a reason!” Valerie put in.
“I have a reason,” Phyllis said stubbornly. “I can’t go to all the class activities, I can’t run around and be in everything that the president is supposed to—so I am resigning.”
“We won’t accept it,” Gale said determinedly.
“You have to call a meeting of the class and it will be accepted. It has to be!” Phyllis said.
“But, Phyl,” Janet pleaded, “we want you to be the president. All the girls feel the same.”
“It wouldn’t be fair to the class,” Phyllis insisted. “A president is active—she has a lot to do. Well, I can’t do it so I’m resigning. It is very simple.”
“We won’t let you,” Carol said finally. “Val, you are secretary. Do something about it.”
“I already have,” Valerie said surprisingly. “I and the Vice President and the Treasurer.”
“Well?” Phyllis said eagerly. “The officers agreed to accept my resignation, didn’t they?”
“They did not,” Valerie said. “We agreed, and posted a notice in the East Campus Dormitory to the effect, that you are still our president. Gale is president pro tem, and any one who disagrees must see one of us. How does that suit you?”