Finally Betty sat up.
"Oh, Lordy!" she choked; "how rare, how perfectly, gloriously, joyously rare. Think of Maud scrubbing a yellow pup in the faculty's private bath, and the Spartan liable to come in any minute. What a treat? Oh, Maud! I welcome you."
CHAPTER X
A SURPRISE TO MANY
Much to the disgust of all the girls, four days of warm sunshine had melted the snow, spoiled the coasting and made rubbers a first consideration.
The roads were hidden under inches of slush, the gutters were miniature brooks, and the ground seemed to be completely covered by a thick coating of red, oozy mud.
Polly, an empty basket over one arm, was picking her way gingerly along the back road that led from the farm.
As she came in sight of the gym, Betty met her.
"Hello, where are you going?" she demanded.