Even confidences must end, and Polly, looking at her wrist watch, a parting gift from Uncle Roddy, exclaimed: “Lois, it’s after twelve o’clock. We’ll have to fly. I hope you know the way. I’m lost.”
They raced back and just had time to scrub their hands and join the end of the luncheon line.
That afternoon they stayed together as a matter of course. They helped the Seniors get the Assembly Hall ready for the dance, and before going to their rooms at dressing hour, they had promised to help serve the ice cream that evening.
Polly was being treated just like an old girl and it seemed hard for her to realize that she had only been at Seddon Hall for one short week.
The dance was a great success, which means no one spoiled it by being homesick, and every one danced all the dances. Ethel Brown and Marjorie Dean almost upset things at the beginning of the fifth dance by getting out handkerchiefs and daubing at their eyes. They were sitting at opposite corners of the room, but didn’t think of joining forces.
Lois and Polly, standing near the faculty platform, were just starting their fifth dance when they caught sight of them, and scented danger.
“Look at those two,” Lois groaned as she dropped her hand from Polly’s shoulder.
Polly looked.
“Bother,” she said, “I suppose that means good-bye to our dance.”
They parted without hesitation. Lois went over to Ethel and Polly to Marjorie, and as they danced, they listened patiently to a tale of woe, and tried their best to cheer up their self-enforced partners.