She received no sympathy, however; instead, she was dragged ruthlessly to her feet and admonished:
“Too lazy you mean, and too full of peanut butter; no, Angela, it is my painful duty to save you from growing hideously fat.” And Betty, as though the subject was settled, turned her attention to Connie. But Connie offered no opposition.
“I’ll come with pleasure,” she assured her. “Anything would be better than watching Ange stuff.”
Lois had proceeded to some of the other rooms and found their occupants only too eager for something to do.
“I can’t find Polly Pendleton,” she called as Betty joined her, still holding tightly to the reluctant Angela. “Have you seen her?”
Some one called out that she had not returned to her room after school, so Lois went down to the Study Hall, in search of her.
She met her half way up the stairs.
“Were you looking for me?” she asked. “Louise Preston told me that there was to be a paper chase and that you’d tell me what to do.”
“Oh good, then you know,” answered Lois. “Come on back to the corridor,” she suggested; and slipping her arm around Polly’s shoulder, asked:
“You’re not homesick, are you!”