Just at the entrance to the schoolroom Miss Hale held out a damp, detaining hand.
“One minute, if you please, Marianna. I want to see you and Angela and Elizabeth” (she meant
Betty, of course), “in my room. Your books have come and er—”
Her voice trailed off into a murmur as she sailed down the corridor.
Betty said “The dickens” quite distinctly. Angela looked bored but not rebellious. She shared the other girls’ dislike for Miss Hale, but she adored Latin. As for Polly—well, you can fancy how furious she was. There was that note in her desk and Miss Hale might keep them for hours. She wasn’t very attentive as the intricacies of Latin grammar were expounded and explained.
However, it did finally end, though not until fifteen minutes after the last study hour bell had rung. Polly, followed by Angela and Betty, started for Study Hall. At the door they ran into a group of girls. Some of them flourished neatly folded notes.
“What are you going to do this morning, Polly?” asked Dot Mead, who was one of the group.
“Come on out for a walk with us,” chimed in Helen Reeves and Grace Wright, a long lanky new girl who always agreed with everybody. It may be seen from this that Polly was popular.
“No you don’t. She’s going with me to watch the basket-ball practice in the gym,” Betty interrupted before Polly had a chance to answer.
Just then Angela stepped up and put a note in Polly’s hand.