“I hope she is out of town,” Carol declared heartily. “I wouldn’t want to be present if she should come home and find us.”
“If we get the chance, if her Aunt should surprise us, we must carry out our plans!” Janet insisted.
“Hm,” Carol said unenthusiastically, despite the fact that in the very beginning the girls’ plan had originated with her.
The four went on to the grey house on the top of the hill. There they discovered Valerie had already arrived and was attempting to draw some music from the old piano which was so very seldom used.
“What a day!” Janet declared. “Even music. What would your Aunt say?”
“Why do you have to remind us of what Miss Fields might say?” Carol asked irritably. “We want to enjoy ourselves.”
“Not you, my fine young lady,” Janet declared, flinging Carol’s history book at her. “To work, for you!”
For the rest of the afternoon the girls tried to impress on Carol the facts she would surely need for tomorrow’s examination, the final and biggest of the term. On it depended the result of her whole year’s work. They simply would not let her fail.
“I’ll have a pony!” Carol said with sudden brilliancy.
“You know very well you can’t take a horse into a classroom,” Janet said.