Chapter XX
STRATEGY
“For April showers may come your way,” Janet sang lustily as she tramped along through the warm June rain beside Carol and Gale.
“Slightly off in your months, aren’t you?” Carol commented. “Methinks this is June.”
“Ah, yes, ‘what is so fair as a day in June’?” Janet murmured. She squinted up at the dark clouds hanging overhead and at the heavy downpour coming therefrom. “I ask you, ‘what is so fair as a day in June’?”
“June,” soliloquized Carol, “the month of roses, sweet scented breezes—and examinations!” she ended disgustedly.
“What has come over you two?” Gale wanted to know. “Quoting poetry—even in the rain!”
“Yes,” Carol grinned mischievously, “one might think we were in love instead of it being you who——”
Gale frowned good-naturedly at her. “Instead of who?” she encouraged threateningly. She didn’t mind their teasing; by now she was used to it.
“I was going to say——” Carol continued meekly.
“Hi, book slaves,” Madge called, and swung into step beside them.