“Well, you know it now,” replied Connie, “and I know that I have to go and study; so long, everybody.”
“I suppose I’d better, too,” sighed Betty. “Come and help me, Angela. Jove! I hope it pours rain tomorrow and that Agnes and the Spartan both get drowned!” And Betty, having given vent to her feelings, left the room, taking Angela with her.
Lois and Polly, left alone, faced each other, all thoughts of Latin forgotten.
“What’s to be done?” Polly demanded.
“I don’t know,” Lois answered. “We can’t do much, but I would like Louise to know how we feel about it.”
“We have time to pick her some violets and send them up to her before luncheon,” Polly suggested.
“That’s a good idea; she’ll understand from that.”
The violets were soon gathered and a willing Sophomore was found to deliver them.
When Lois and Polly saw the rest of their class again, they were at luncheon, and Lois asked:
“How did you get on with your cramming, Bet?”