CHAPTER XIX
PHYLLIS'S "MATH" PAPER
Examination week had come. Every face in the big study hall gave ample proof to the fact. Bowed heads and narrowed eyes pored over open text-books, and a strained and unnatural silence hung over the room.
Even in the ten-minute recess only whispers could be heard, and most of the heads kept on over their books.
"Sally's Aunt Jane's poll parrot," Phyllis whispered. "I haven't a chance in a thousand of passing math. I wouldn't mind so much if I didn't know that Ducky Lucky will be delighted. How do you feel, Jan?"
"Scared to death," Janet admitted. "My hands are frozen, and my tongue is sticking to the roof of my mouth."
"Oh, I wish you'd keep still," Muriel fretted. "I'm trying to study."
"What's the use?" Rosamond asked. "You can't learn things at the last minute, so why try?"
Muriel put her fingers in her ears and bowed again over her book.