“Well, let’s hear it.” Ann knew Gladys better than any of her other friends, and she felt that the question had been solved.
“Well, I don’t want to be forward or cheeky,” Gladys began shyly, “and anyway it’s just a suggestion.”
“Let’s have it,” Gwyn demanded.
“Well,” Gladys began again, “you all know how fond Miss Hull is of the stories that have come down about Hilltop.” The rest nodded eagerly.
“Why couldn’t we have tableaux representing all the Hilltop stories we know about?” she finished with a rush.
The girls looked their admiration.
“We can and we will,” Poppy declared. “I declare, that’s just the sweetest idea I ever heard!” She and Gwen went off to confer with the other Seniors, and the rest went back to Gladys’ room.
“What tableaux would you have, Glad?” Prue inquired respectfully.
“Well, there’s our Countess,” Gladys replied. “There’s a miniature of her own in the library, in the bookcase, that has all the souvenirs in it, and, as I remember it, she looks like Taffy.”
“But where shall we find the costumes?” Phyllis inquired.