"What?"
"Oh, I know," Phylis answered eagerly. "They'll tell you to vote for Polly Pendleton. Florence told me she played a wonderful game, and to be sure and vote for her."
"She does, too," Jane agreed with enthusiasm, "but so does Lois Farwell. I can't make up my mind which to choose, and it's awfully important."
"Is Polly the one that sits next to Mrs. Baird on the right," Catherine asked, "with the brown hair?"
"Yes, that's Polly."
"Well, I love her; she's so pretty; and, anyway, I'm going to vote for her," she finished.
"Who's the beautiful Senior with golden hair?" Winifred inquired. "I'd like to vote for her."
Jane laughed heartily. Sometimes news of the upper school leaked into the lower, and she had heard Angela's views on all strenuous sports.
"That's Angela Hollywood; she's awfully funny, but, oh dear, she can't play basket ball; why she's never even made the team."
"Tell us who'll make it this year?" Helen asked. "Do new girls ever get on?" she added wistfully.