“You duck,” and Betty threw her arms around her neck.
“Yes, you are a duck,” agreed Polly. “Thanks awfully.”
“Don’t be so grateful,” called Angela, retiring behind her door for safety. “She only did it so she wouldn’t be kept waiting. And they are all probably pied.”
“Ungrateful wretch,” Connie gasped.
Polly and Betty went after their sweaters, and in a few minutes all four girls were racing for the gym, a low, round building about fifty yards away from the school.
They found Lois, not in a gym suit, as they had expected, but in sweater and cap, evidently waiting for them.
“Hello,” she called, “what kept you so long, the Spartan?” (A nickname for Miss Hale.) “Did you get my note?” she continued, turning to Polly.
“Yes, and of course I’m awfully tickled to go with you. You were awfully good to ask me.”
Polly’s voice was very earnest.
Lois smiled. “Good, that’s settled, and now do you want to go into the woods and get some greens with me? Florence Guile and Louise Preston asked me to get some branches for them. They are decorating Assembly Hall and they told me to take another girl with me. We have permission to go out of bounds,” she explained.