“You are!” Madge echoed. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
Valerie laughed. “I didn’t know it myself until this afternoon. I had almost forgotten it. Who are you going with, Phyl?”
“If I can go,” Phyllis said ruefully, “if my Aunt will let me, David wants to take me, but I don’t know.”
“She still insists on keeping you out of Briarhurst?” Gale asked.
Phyllis nodded vigorously. “I suppose I shall go to Stonecliff and wear a horrid uniform.”
“We must do something about that,” Janet said. “We won’t be separated, Aunt or no Aunt!”
Phyllis laughed but she didn’t look as though she believed they could do anything. She knew her Aunt better than any of them.
“Who is taking you to the prom, Gale?”
“I——”
“I’ll bet she can’t make up her mind,” teased Janet. “Which is it, Gale? Bruce or Brent?”