“How did you make out in your English exam today?” Carol asked her friend, Janet Gordon.
The girl in the bright red bathing suit made a wry face and sighed. “I believe I established a new record for low marks.”
“But you don’t want to flunk in anything this term!” Phyllis Elton said aghast. “It is your Senior year!”
“You won’t be eligible for the college exams if you do,” added Valerie Wallace.
“I’ll make it up,” Janet said confidently, as usual not letting anything worry her.
“Have you decided what college you are going to?” Bruce Latimer asked as he let a handful of sand trickle slowly down Gale Howard’s back.
She wriggled away from him. “I like Briarhurst,” she answered.
“That is where we all want to go,” supplied Madge Reynolds. “Do you think you can make it, Phyllis?”
Phyllis Elton looked at the blue water lapping the shore and a little sigh escaped her.
“I don’t know,” she said slowly. “I want to, more than anything—but my Aunt——”