“Why, I’ve been to the bulletin board. I wrote a little note to the Spartan.”
That was quite enough for the girls. They flew over to the study hall corridor and crowded around the board. There at the end of the notice of the Latin examination, written in a big round hand, were the words:
“I came, I saw, I looked, I ran, I flew, I flunked!”
“Oh, that’s too lovely for words!” gloated Lois. “Angela darling, I’ll love you forever.”
“Come on back to my room,” urged Polly. “We don’t want the Spartan to see us here; she’ll know who did it.”
“You’re right; we had better fly. But O Jemima, wouldn’t I love to watch her face when she first sees it!” chuckled Betty.
Once back in Polly’s room the girls lapsed into silence and all opened Latin books, which doesn’t mean, however, that they studied. Betty was wondering what particular chapter Miss Hale would choose for translation; Angela’s thoughts were busy with a possible rhyme about the hard-heartedness of the Spartan, and Lois and Polly were thinking of the promised walk with Louise, which would have to be given up.
It was Connie who interrupted their thoughts by banging on the door.
“May I come in?” she called.
“Yes; we are all in the depths of despair, but you may come in if you want to,” Polly called dolefully.