When the girls had taken their seats at the table, Polly whispered to Lois:
“You see, it’s all explained. It was for the musical.”
“You are all wrong,” contradicted Betty, who had overheard the whisper. “It’s still a mystery; you forget Angela and I are going to help this afternoon, too, and I didn’t notice anybody getting excited over our hands.”
“I never thought of that. I guess you’re right, Bet,” Lois agreed, and she and Polly exchanged puzzled glances mixed with a new hope.
The next couple of hours were full to overflowing. The corridors were crowded with fluffy beribboned girls all talking at once.
“Some one button me up!”
“Who took my shoe horn?”
“Tie my hair ribbon for me, please!”
“I can’t find my only pair of silk stockings!” and other such demands.
About half past three the first carriages from the station that were bringing the visitors began to arrive. Every one was doing a favor for some one else, or greeting friends and relatives. Such happy excitement prevailed everywhere that the school resembled a cage of fluttering butterflies.