“I told Taffy exactly the same thing about the Dramatic Club,” she said, “and of course you might know they would have a fit.”
“I didn’t know about the Dramatic Club until after I’d told Sally,” Janet admitted.
“And I didn’t think about Archery when I talked to Taffy. I was just angry at the thought of Miss Slocum choosing me when you know twice as much,” Phyllis protested.
“But I don’t,” Janet denied. “Imagine my acting in anything! Why, I’d perfectly hate it in the first place, and in the second I’d die of fright.”
Phyllis looked at her doubtfully. She still hated the idea of being in something that had no place for Janet.
“Then I suppose—” she began.
“That we may as well each eat our own bones,” Janet finished laughing, “as long as there are two of them; and after all if you should make the Dramatic Club and I the Team it would help the old wing.”
“Yes, of course, it would,” Phyllis agreed. “But you’re sure you don’t care, Jan?”
“Of course, I don’t, silly. I was only afraid you might. Let’s answer Sally’s letter.”
They thought for several minutes, and the final result seemed to please them, for Janet stole softly across the hall, slipped the note under Sally’s and Daphne’s door, and knocked ever so lightly, before she hurried back.