"Why, I am."
Miss Crosby's smile broadened. "I thought you were; you see Mrs. Baird told me—" she hesitated, "well it doesn't matter what. If you'll help me up with these things I'll be ever so grateful."
Together they carried all the pictures up to Miss Crosby's room, and Lois stood them up against the bed and walls, and then admired them.
Miss Crosby made her talk, and understood what she said, which was difficult for most people when Lois talked art. In fact she completely forgot she was Senior President, and had barely time to scramble into her dress and reach the platform to announce to the assembled old girls the plans for the coming dance.
It was not until after study hour that Polly and she returned to their room and found the flowers. Polly almost stepped on them as she opened the door.
"What under the sun?" Lois turned on the light. "Flowers? do look! To Polly and Lois from Jane and Phylis."
"Crushes," gasped Lois, "how awful!"
Then they looked at each other and laughed.