“They’d hardly be so particular about that,” mused Polly, “and yet it couldn’t be anything to do with Commencement.”
“N-no.” Lois hesitated as she crumpled up a piece of tissue-paper into a tight ball. “Still, I can’t help thinking that no one has been chosen to carry the ribbons on Commencement.”
“But we couldn’t do that,” Polly objected. “We’re Freshmen and you know you told me they always choose two girls from their sister class.”
“They always have, but everything is so upside down this year that nothing would surprise me. The Sofs are cross because the Seniors didn’t return their party.”
“Don’t let’s think about it. Goodness, I feel just the way I did before the sub team was chosen.”
“All right. I guess we’d better go and tell Louise that her dress is here.”
“I do wish we hadn’t overheard anything about our hands, though, for, try as I will, I can’t get it out of my head,” Polly remarked as they were on their way back to the Assembly Hall.
“Cheer up, we’ll soon know,” Lois reminded her. As they entered the room she called:
“It’s here, Louise, and it’s a perfect darling. It’s all foamy lace and ribbons and looks just like soda-water.”
“Thank you so much,” Louise said. “I’m ever so much obliged.”