“But why?”
“Because you are the only one who has recited intelligently in class for the past week.”
Angela gasped in astonishment tinged with amusement.
“It’s a plot,” she announced tragically, “and I’m the victim. Oh, very well, I’ll do it,” she ended stoically as if the deed in view was one of awful villainy.
“Be very polite to her,” cautioned Polly. “Tell her we want her very much, and don’t let her say no. Bet, you have to ask Mrs. Baird.”
“Oh, make Lois.”
“No, you have to, Lo and I are going to ask Louise and Florence.”
“I like that—”
“Come on, we must hurry,” Lois interrupted
her, catching Polly’s arm and starting for the house.