"No; what happened!" Connie was interested immediately. She felt this was a personal matter of her class. For the minute, she completely forgot she was only a visitor.
Polly described the scene on the hill—
"Three cheers for Betty!" Connie laughed, heartily. "I can just imagine her rage. But what is the matter with this Fanny!" she asked.
"Nobody knows." Polly shook her head. "We hurt her feelings early in the year, and I don't think she's ever forgiven us. I'm sorry, too; she's a dandy girl, if she'd only forget the chip on her shoulder."
"Going with the Dorothys won't help," Connie said, slowly.
"I know, but what can we do? Warn her that too much association with our classmates will not improve her disposition?" Polly unthinkingly imitated Miss Hale's manner.
"The Spartan," Connie laughed. "You might take Fanny up yourselves," she suggested.
"We might," Polly said, thoughtfully; "oh, there's the bell!"
Study hour was over, and a minute later, Lois, Betty, and Angela came in. There was an air of mystery about them, and Betty said: "Then you'll attend to it, Lo?"
"No; Miss Crosby's going to. I've just come from the studio," Lois answered, as she walked over to her bureau.