Lois looked up from her drawing board.
"I've nearly finished the poster. How do you like it?"
The girls crowded around her, to admire a crayon sketch of a group of wakes dressed in costume, singing. There was a house like Ann Hathaway's cottage in the background, and a big yellow moon just rising behind a hill.
They were delighted with it.
"Just right, Lo!" Polly insisted. "It ought to be English because all the ballads we're going to sing are early English—'Good King Wenceslas Looked Out' and 'God rest ye, Merry Gentlemen,'—and the rest."
"Oh! I adore those old things," Fanny said eagerly. "We always sing them down home, every year."
"Read the song," Lois demanded. "I'm crazy to hear it."
"Hadn't I better go?" Fanny offered. "I'm not a Senior."
"Oh, never mind," Polly said, "you won't tell."
"Just the same, I'll go. Will you all have tea in my room this afternoon? I've just gotten a box of cookies from down home," she asked at the door.