"Oh, well, of course that's enough; she couldn't be just as nice."
"No, naturally not. There's only one Mrs. Baird, which reminds me—there's a young child"—Betty said the words with emphasis—"A Freshman, I think, who needs serious attention. I heard her fussing to-day; something was wrong and she said 'Mrs. Baird made her sick.'"
Lois looked horrified, but Polly only shrugged her shoulders.
"She won't last long," she said indifferently, and Betty felt ashamed of having bothered to give the child a lecture.
"When do we have a Class meeting?" she asked, to change the subject. "We've got to do something about the welcome dance."
"Why not now?" Lois stopped hammering. "Let's get the Seniors all in here."
It was only a matter of a few minutes before this was accomplished, for Betty went to rout them out.
Angela came first to be followed by the two Dorothys, then Mildred Weeks and Evelin Hatfield, two girls who had come to Seddon Hall the year before. Betty followed them.
"Everybody here?" she asked. "Don't you think we'd better elect officers first off? Then some one will be able to start things. Here's some paper," she added, tearing off sheets and passing them around.
But things were not to run so smoothly. One of the Dorothys rose to protest.