The Juniors and Seniors had accepted this innovation of an old custom with surprise, but, as Poppy had explained, it would not be necessary to make a decision at once, for the Dramatic Club was never chosen until just before the Christmas holidays.
The girls who were interested met in the Senior Retreat twice a week and read plays of their own or Miss Slocum’s selection. The meeting was over at six o’clock.
Daphne and Phyllis hurried to the latter’s room as quickly as possible.
“Taffy, was there ever such luck?” Phyllis exclaimed, “wasn’t it adorable of them to let us be there!”
“Indeed it was,” Daphne agreed heartily. “And we’re only new girls, too, and that makes it all the nicer. But, Phil, what do you suppose they really mean?”
Phyllis shook her head and her brows puckered in a puzzled frown.
“I wish I knew, Taffy,” she replied slowly. “When I went in, Poppy squeezed my arm and Helen Jenkins asked me how I liked the Dramatic Club pin.”
“And when you said you loved it, she asked you how you would like to wear one,” Daphne finished for her. “I know, I heard it, and my heart just flopped right over.”
Phyllis walked to the balcony and stood looking out over the lawn.
“Isn’t it funny the way people get jumbled up,” she said musingly. “We four haven’t paired off as we ought to. It almost looks as if we had changed partners. Just look at this afternoon. Jan and Sally were practicing with their ever-lasting bows and arrows, and you and I were sitting in all our glory in the midst of the Dramatic Club.”