"Jemima, no!" Betty exclaimed. "The officers all sit, I insist; else what proof have we of our importance?"
"Bet, do be sensible," Polly pleaded. "This is really important. Oh, here comes Ange," she said as a kimono came in sight around the bend in the stairs.
"Come on, lazy one; we're having a meeting," Betty called. "Subject under discussion, the Senior class picture. Have you any valuable suggestions to offer!"
"Yes, I have," Angela replied, unexpectedly, "and it's a very clever one, if I do say it myself," she drawled. "I may as well warn you that if you don't agree with me, I'll be awfully offended."
"Then maybe you'd better not tell us," teased Lois.
"Oh, but I will. Now listen to me." Angela sat down beside Polly. "It's about the picture. Of course you all want something different, don't you? You know our class has always been noted—"
"For its originality," Betty finished for her.
"Yes, we know, go on," encouraged Polly.
"Well, I thought that instead of an everyday white dress and diploma kind of a pose, we'd have a very informal, sailor suit, you know, group taken.
"Good idea! It would be much simpler and better taste," Lois agreed.