"Isn't that wonderful?" Polly demanded. "Now we'll never get to sleep," she added, laughing.
CHAPTER XVIII
FIELD DAY
The two weeks after the exhibition had been taken up by final examinations—an anxious time for the graduating class.
Seddon Hall kept up a high standard and no girl could receive a diploma unless her marks showed a high average. When the papers were all corrected, a notice was posted on the bulletin board of the girls who had failed. Betty called it the black list.
"I know perfectly well my name will lead them all," she said. They were waiting in the corridor, for the list was to be posted to-day. "And if the Spartan has anything to do with it, she'll probably print it extra large," she added.
Angela and Polly and Lois were with her, and to a less extent they shared her fears.
"It really doesn't matter so much to you," Angela said; "You're none of you going to college, but imagine if I flunk anything."
"You can make it up this summer," Lois said.