“Well, perhaps I am. Anyhow, let’s go down to Senior Alley and see if we can find Louise,” suggested Polly. “I want to know what’s up.”
They found Louise in her room and began at once to question her.
“What are we going to have a team meeting for?” demanded Lois.
“Are any of the big team sick?” Polly added eagerly.
“I never knew such inquisitive children,” answered Louise. “I knew you’d be here the minute you’d seen the notice. Can’t you possess your souls in patience until 2 o’clock?”
“No, we can’t possibly. Go on and tell us, please,” begged Lois, putting both arms around Louise’s neck and ruffling her hair. “We won’t open our mouths,” she promised.
“You know we love you an awful lot, and you might give us a tiny hint,” teased Polly. “Besides, we won’t go till you do.”
“Imps,” declared Louise, and pulling the girls down on the bed beside her and putting an arm around each, she continued: “Listen to me: to
get rid of you, I’ll tell you part, not all, mind, of what we are going to discuss.”
“Well, go on; don’t stop,” prompted Polly and Lois, as Louise stopped for breath.