Ten minutes later the three were making their way to a brook whose banks they knew would be covered with long-stemmed dogtooth violets.
“Ungrateful wretches, these Seniors,” grunted Betty, seating herself on a rock and stretching. “Work your fingers to the bone and never even get asked to come in the back door to their party.”
“Seems to me,” mused Polly, “that all the other classes do the entertaining and the Freshmen do all the work.”
They were still for a few minutes and sat lazily on the moss watching the water gurgle over the stones at the bottom of the brook. Finally Betty exclaimed:
“I have it, the best idea! Listen! Why don’t we give a farewell party to the Seniors?”
“It’s never been done,” replied Lois.
“What of that? There’s got to be a first time to everything, and it would be such a lark.”
“But what kind of a party?”
“A moonlight straw-ride and supper at Flat Rock,” suggested Polly. “Mrs. Baird would let us, I know, she’s such a dear.”
“How about the other girls?” inquired Lois. “Angela and Connie would love it, of course, but the rest—”