"Attend to what?" Polly demanded.
"Nothing!" Angela assured her. "Lo and Betty are fussing over some art secret."
"Oh, well, what's the news?"
"News?" Betty said, wearily. "Why, haven't you heard? Last night a girl hero stopped two rearing, plunging—"
"Betty, if you say one word more," Polly protested feebly—she was laughing in spite of herself.
"Hello, what's this?" Lois had been straightening Polly's dresser and discovered a note beside the pin cushion. "It's for you, Poll." She tossed it on the bed. "Must have been here since last night."
Polly opened and read it.
"Oh, what next?" she groaned. "Listen to this: 'To the captain of the basket ball team,' she read, 'I wish to say that I resign from your team to-day. Signed, Fanny Gerard.'"
"Why, she's crazy," Betty said, with indignation.
"That's the dear Dorothys," Angela remarked, airily. They were all discussing the note at once, when a tap sounded on the door.