“Forgive my freshness in opening your desk
without permission,” she said, “but I knew you were crazy to get this, and these wild Indians would have kept you here till luncheon time.”
“Angela, you are angelic. Thank you ever so much.” And opening the note she read the following:
“Dear Polly:
“Please be my guest at the dance tonight and save me numbers one, three, five, and the last. See you in the corridor after study hour.
“In mad haste,
“Lois.”
Polly danced for joy. It was Lois after all, just as she had hoped. She would have been glad, of course, to have gone with Connie or Angela or Betty; she knew them all, perhaps, better than Lois, but then it was easy to know them. It was different with Lois; as often as she had been with her the past week, she felt there was lots left to discover about her.
The extra fifteen minutes that Miss Hale had kept the girls in her room had given Lois time to make her bed, fix her room, and go to the gym. She had left word with Connie, waiting of course, for Angela, to tell Polly where she was.
When the trio reached the corridor, Connie called out:
“Polly, if you’re looking for Lois, she’s in the gym. She told me to tell you.”
And as the girls started for their rooms, she added:
“Don’t worry about your beds; I made them.”