Jane and Phylis were only too anxious to help make the slips—hero worship shone from their eyes as they took the sample from Polly.
"Aren't you excited?" Phylis asked. "Landy, I'd be standing on my head if I thought—" She stopped and clapped her hand over her mouth.
Phylis' frank adoration really amused Polly. She found it very hard sometimes to face it with the proper Senior dignity. The excited little Freshman reminded her of herself at the same age. She almost wished the youngsters could make the sub team as she and Lois had done.
"I'm not excited, because I don't think I have much chance," she answered, which was exactly what both girls had expected her to say.
"Bring those slips down to my room when you've finished, and don't say that you helped, will you? It wouldn't do for any one to think that the Seniors had favorite helpers," she said as she left them.
After she had gone, Jane and Phylis locked their door and talked in whispers, while they worked.
Polly went down stairs, printed out the notice of the class meeting and pinned it on the bulletin board. She had an uncomfortably guilty feeling, tinged with pride and a certain amount of satisfaction when it was up. For it took real courage for Polly to lie, even for Lois. Then she went to Betty's room, helped her with the box and did several other things.
It was time to dress for dinner before she returned to her room. She was brushing her hair before the dresser when Lois burst in upon her.
"Polly!" she exclaimed. "Isn't this awful! I forgot about to-night and all the things there were to do. I was painting in the studio—oh, a duck of a picture, the corner of the house that you see from the window, and I forgot all about the time. What, under the sun, will I do?"
Polly's chance had come, and she had no intention of letting it escape her.