Polly met Louise in the gym that afternoon.
“Isn’t it dreadful about Flora?” she began.
“Yes, I hope there’s nothing serious the matter with her father,” Louise answered. Then with a sigh: “I suppose I’m a brute, but I can’t help thinking, there goes another substitute.”
“Cheer up,” advised Polly, “she probably wouldn’t have been needed. How are the songs getting along?”
“Wonderfully! Betty and Angela handed in two dandies today, but of course I’m looking to the Juniors for most of them.”
“Well, so long.”
“Don’t work too hard, and don’t you dare hurt yourself.”
“I won’t, and you cheer up.”
Louise left the gym and Polly jumped into the game, calmly taking the ball out of Connie’s astonished hands.
She worked furiously all afternoon and when next she had a minute to breathe she was back in her own room getting ready for her bath.