“Wait, I’ve an idea,” Polly exclaimed; “let’s ask only the girls we like awfully well. We don’t know when we’ll ever be together again and—”
“Oh, Poll!” Lois protested. “Don’t talk like that.”
“Well, we don’t know. Louise and Florence graduate; Connie may go to the conservatory, and Ange—”
“I see what you mean,” Betty interrupted. “Make it a sort of farewell reunion and of course we’ll take Miss Porter—she’s our favorite teacher.”
“It’ll be worse than a funeral,” Lois said dolefully, “but it’s rather a pretty idea.”
“Lo, stop being sentimental; let’s get the girls,” suggested Betty. “Poll, hurry up and fix your hair.”
“It’s still sopping.”
“Never mind, stick it up any way. It’s too warm to make any difference.”
Later they stopped to consult on the “Bridge of Sighs.” They had asked Angela and Connie, and Louise and Florence, and had left them delighted with the plan. Louise and Florence had a class meeting on, but they promised to come for a little while.
“Who else?” asked Betty, expectantly.