“Silly,” Carol laughed. “A pony in this case is a little slip of paper with all the answers written on it.”
“Uh huh,” Janet said, “and what happens if you lose the paper?”
“I didn’t think of that.”
“Besides, how do you know what questions are going to be asked? How can you tell which are the right answers to write down?” Madge added.
“Forget I said anything,” Carol pleaded. “I’ll pass without the pony.”
The girls really had a good time, and at dinnertime Carol had to admit that she did know a little more than when she had started.
Phyllis suggested that they all stay and between them make their own dinner. The girls welcomed the suggestion albeit they were a little fearful of the sudden and unexpected return of Phyllis’ Aunt. However, Phyllis assured them Miss Fields wasn’t expected back until late in the evening. She was no more anxious than the rest of them to incur her Aunt’s wrath.
For that one evening the house on the hill was lighted gaily, laughter and chatter echoed in the rooms usually so silent and the dining room was the scene of a festive, yet far from elaborate, dinner. The silver and glassware glittered in the light from the old-fashioned chandelier. The girls were delighted with the old patterned china and glassware.
“It is a wonder your Aunt wouldn’t give a lot of parties just to show off the things she has,” declared Madge.
Phyllis laughed but said nothing. She could never picture her Aunt as hostess to any party.