"Where are you going?" she demanded.
Lois smiled, mysteriously.
"To send a telegram to Bob," she answered. "He made me promise I would."
The next day at luncheon, Polly found a yellow envelope at her place at table.
"What under the sun!" she demanded, looking at it. "Who do you suppose it's from?"
"Opening it would be a good way to find out," Betty suggested.
Polly tore open the envelope.
"Why it's from Bob! Lois, you wretch, listen!"
And she read the message. "Lois wired me the good news. Hearty congratulations, and good luck. Bob."
"Don't call me a wretch." Lois protested, with a wicked grin. "Bob made me vow I'd wire him the minute little Polly was elected."