So, soon after dinner found the same group in one corner of the ballroom that had discussed the subject earlier in the day.
“We’ll write, all of us,” Ann announced, speaking as was her right as the oldest girl. She had been at Hilltop a year longer than any of the others. “And what’s more, we will write really nice notes.” She looked around the circle defiantly as though she dared any one of them to contradict her.
“We will,” Prue agreed.
“Suppose so, though what I’ll say, I’m sure I don’t know,” Gladys scowled at the prospect.
“Thank goodness, the measles stayed in the new wing. I hope none of us catch it,” Sally remarked. “What else are we to do besides writing the notes?”
“I don’t know. We’ll have to think of something,” Gwen replied.
“Why don’t we serenade them?” Daphne suggested. “It’s always fun to hear people sing, especially if they sing all the songs you like.”
“Good idea,” Poppy agreed. “We’ll do that very thing. We’ll sing some of the old plantation melodies and the old ballads that Miss Hull loves. Daphne, you and Janet come down to Seniors’ Retreat in the morning. You have awfully pretty voices, both of you. I heard you singing in church, last Sunday.”
“Sure it wasn’t Phyl?” Ann inquired. “If you can tell the Twins apart in church, when their heads are bent reverently over their prayer books, you are doing more than I can.”
Poppy laughed and pointed to the tiny crescent pin that Phyllis was still wearing.