“Indeed they are not; they’ve the best class in the school,” protested Lois.
“With one exception,” Polly corrected, “the Freshmen.”
And after a subdued cheer they started in to make short work of the tray’s contents.
[CHAPTER XIV—THE FRESHMEN ENTERTAIN]
Friday arrived, clear and sunshiny, with just enough chill in the air to make sweaters comfortable.
The Freshmen class were so excited that they found it impossible to pay any attention in classes. The teachers, for the most part, understood and forgave, except the Spartan, who was, of course, more trying than usual.
After the last bell the Freshmen met in one of the classrooms to decide about the last details. Although they had no class officers, it was almost always Lois who acted as president at all their meetings. Such was the case today.
“Everybody stop talking for one second,” she commanded, swinging herself to the top of the desk. “The first thing to think about is food,” she continued, as the girls dropped into chairs, and there was a lull in the conversation.
Betty jumped up, announcing emphatically:
“You may count me out on that; no more squashed lemons for little Betty.”