Angela chanted promptly. "Seddon Hall is rather too long for the line but I guess it will do."
"Of course it will!" Polly assured her, as Betty scribbled hurriedly. "We'll claim poetic license. I'm sure it's worth it. Let's go find the girls, and read it to them."
"Where are they?" Angela inquired. "I think the Dorothys have gone to the village."
"Evelin's in the gym, and Mildred's in the Infirmary," Betty said. "Where's Lo?"
"In the studio." Polly closed the lid of the piano, preparatory to leaving.
"Well, we can get her at any rate," Betty said. "Come on."
Fanny was in the studio with Lois, when they got there. Ever since Polly's promise of friendship, she had been with one or the other of the three girls. Even Angela had taken an interest in her, now and then.
As the friendship grew, and the girls found that she "filled the want that the year lacked," as Betty put it drolly:
"Fanny's so nice and such a relief just because she isn't 'us.'" By this she probably meant that the little Southerner would always see things differently from the three who, though totally different, thought and looked at things in pretty much the same way.
"We've finished the song," Polly announced, proudly, as they entered the studio.