“Maybe not, to the uneducated,” Connie said loftily, “but she will be after the party.”
There was a minute of hilarious laughter, that ended as the study hour bell rang for silence.
After dinner, Lois and Polly, their weighty problem of costumes off their minds, were talking of valentines.
“If we could only think of something different, there are no really good ones at the store,” Lois said, rummaging in the closet for the peanut butter jar.
“I know it. I bought some but they are no good. How do you send them, through the mails?” Polly asked.
“No, the Seniors make a big red box and put it in the Assembly Room valentine morning, and everybody puts their letters in it. The box is opened at the party and the valentines are given out.”
“How would it be to make some red cardboard hearts and write verses on them?”
“Make them up, do you mean?”
“Yes, about the girls.”
“Fine, let’s try—but first let’s get comfy.”