The bell rang, and every girl gave a deep sigh. It was partly relief and partly dread.
Miss Baxter entered the room, her arms full of papers.
"She's having the time of her life," Phyllis said crossly. "I bet she flunks every one of us."
The papers were distributed to the various classes, and Miss Baxter took her place on the platform. A heavy silence descended upon the room, only broken by the scratching of many pen points. Miss Baxter insisted in having her papers written in ink and written neatly; the combination was not always easy to achieve.
Phyllis, who had moved her seat half way across the room, surveyed the questions before her in dismay. There did not appear to be one out of the ten that she could do. She buried her head in her hands and waited for an inspiration. None came, and she looked over at Janet.
"She looks as though she positively liked it," she said to herself. "Well, I suppose I might as well do something."
She settled to work and scratched away for two long hours. She knew she was making mistakes, but she went ahead, determined to have a filled and neatly written paper if nothing else.
She had finished long before Janet, but she waited until she saw her folding her paper before she signed her name to her own. They followed each other to the desk, Miss Baxter not at all sure which was which.
"Well?" Phyllis demanded as they met in the hall.
"Well, what?" Janet inquired.