Janet gave a little shiver and looked long and earnestly at the target.
“Don’t talk about it,” she said. “I’ll tell you a secret Phyl. I’ll die of mortification if I don’t make some sort of a score next week.”
“That’s no secret,” Phyllis laughed affectionately. “If you could have seen your eyes when Gwen was talking about the contest; they were as big as saucers.”
Janet flushed a little. “It’s a good thing the rest of the girls don’t know me as well as you do,” she said.
“That’s because I’m your twin. Oh, Jan, if you knew how I love to say that,” Phyllis said seriously.
“I know,” Janet nodded. “I’m still afraid sometimes that I’ll wake up and find it’s all been a dream.”
“Hush,” Phyllis cautioned suddenly. “Here comes Ethel.”
[CHAPTER VI—A Squelching]
Upstairs in the Seniors’ Retreat the girls were talking seriously.
“Of course, she deserves to be called down in front of the whole school,” Helen Jenkins, a very severe type of girl with big horn-rimmed spectacles, was saying. She was the editor of the school paper, and the most studious girl in the school.