“By the way, as we came over the Bridge of Sighs, we saw the florist’s cart in the driveway. Don’t you want us to bring up the flowers?” Polly inquired.
“Oh, please do, and fix them in these,” Louise replied, pointing to three large glass vases.
The arrangement of the big American beauties which were to decorate the platform occupied the girls until luncheon time.
A few minutes before the bell rang, Angela and Betty returned, laden down with dogwood and apple blossoms. When they had deposited their burden and were standing with Polly and Lois, three of the Seniors joined them. Mary Reeves was one of them, and as she put her arm on Betty’s shoulder she said:
“We certainly can’t thank you girls enough for
all you’ve done, but instead of giving you a rest, we are going to ask for more. Will you be ushers for us this afternoon and see about bringing in the flowers to the girls who are to take part in the musical? All the boxes will be put in the history-room and the cards will be on them.”
“All you will have to do,” continued Florence Guile, “is to bring them in and give them to the girls they’re for, after they have finished their stunt. Will you do it for us?” she asked, smiling.
“Certainly we will,” Betty replied.
“Don’t try to pretend it’s a favor to you,” laughed Lois. “You know we just love to do it.”
“I know you are all ducks, and I don’t know what we would have done without you,” Florence told them just as the luncheon bell rang.