“Do look at the immense turkey!”
“Somebody knew I loved home-made cookies!”
“Please, all, leave me alone with this chocolate cake!”
No one knew where it came from except Betty, who caught on at once, and Polly and Lois made her keep still. It was a royal spread, which means everybody ate more than was good for them.
When it was finally over and they were all sitting comfortably around the fire, the Freshmen started singing Angela’s song:
“There is a flat rock near the school, near the school,
Where we abandon every rule, every rule,
And mingle with the Seniors fair
And never, never think of care!
You’re the oldest class of all the year, all the year,
And we’re the very youngest here, youngest here,
Three years will pass and we’ll be Seniors, too,
And we’re going to try to be like you!
Fare thee well, for we must leave you,
Do not let this parting grieve you,
But remember that the best of friends must part,
Adieu, dear Seniors fair, adieu, adieu, adieu,
We can no longer stay with you, stay with you,
Three rousing cheers for the class of ’15,
They are the best we’ve ever seen!”
(Angela never was satisfied with the last line.) Louise Preston was sitting with Lois and Polly on either side of her, and as the song ended, she put her arm around each of them.
“This has been the very best party of the whole year,” she said, “and I think I know something
about the way the wonderful box came to be here.”
Polly and Lois tried to appear very innocent, but it was of no use. Finally Polly said: