“Yes, I’ll come,” she replied with a great show of indifference. “That is, if I can be one of the hounds.”
“Of course you may, that’s one of the privileges of an old girl,” Louise assured her. “But we must hurry; will you two go up and get the Freshmen together! We start at three from the gym.”
“What about the paper?” Betty inquired. “I’ll get it for you if you like and find a laundry bag with a hole in it.”
“Do, and we’ll love you forever,” promised Florence, adding over her shoulder as the two girls dashed off down the corridor:
“Be sure there’s plenty of it, we want a long chase.”
Three minutes later, breathless from their race upstairs, Betty and Lois reached Freshman Lane.
“Everybody ready for a paper chase at three o’clock,” Lois called out; “no excuses need be offered for none will be accepted.”
“Angela and Connie, you lazy ones, that means you, too, come along,” Betty commanded, bursting into Connie’s room and discovering her curled up comfortably on the bed, while Angela, sitting Turk fashion on the window seat, was devouring crackers and peanut butter sandwiches.
Pausing now with one half way to her mouth, she drawled:
“Oh, Betty, you’re so energetic, I don’t want to go, I’m much too tired.”