"What'll we tell the rest?" Angela asked. "They ought to appreciate our saving them this trouble, but they won't," she added dryly.
Polly hesitated a moment.
"We'll post a notice on the board for a meeting to be held at two fifteen," she said boldly.
"But it's three o'clock," Angela protested, but Betty understood.
"I'm ashamed of your deceit, Polly," she said with pretended scorn, adding: "It's a bully idea."
"No, it's not; I hate it; it's really a written fib, but— Well, I'd do a lot more than that for Lo," Polly answered.
"Do you mean put up the sign so that the other girls will think we had a meeting, and they didn't come?"
Angela was flabbergasted at the idea.
"Exactly."
"Oh, I see. They'll be awfully cross we didn't send for them, and I love the two Dorothys when they're mad. But, Poll, for goodness' sake give Lois a lecture; we don't want this to happen too often, one fib's enough," she finished with a yawn. "Now, I'll go paint the sign."