“Hello, you two!” Daphne called from the door of the library as they passed. They went in and found Phyllis with her nose in a copy of the Merchant of Venice.
“Down looking at your miniature, Taffy?” Sally teased.
“I am not, indeed; I’m trying to learn Little Ellie by Mrs. Browning,” Daphne protested. “It is a lovely thing,” she added, turning to Janet.
“I knew you’d love it,” Janet’s eyes glowed with enthusiasm. “I wanted Phyllis to learn it but she stuck to ‘the Quality of Mercy Is Not Strained,’ and I don’t know that I blame her, it’s so beautiful.”
“And short,” Phyllis added, putting down the book. Sally went over and sat beside her and she slipped her arm about her neck.
“Tell us again, Sally, just what happens this afternoon,” she said.
“At two o’clock the gong sounds,” Sally began, “and everybody troops to the gym. There’s a game of basket ball first. Every girl who is eligible gets a chance to play. After that comes the archery practice. We shoot, the same as we did on Archery Day, that is, all the eligible girls. Then there’s the jumping and pole vaulting and the drill. Then cold tubs, supper, and the Dramatic Club girls recite in the evening. After that a dance and refreshments.”
“But when do we know?” Phyllis insisted.
“Tonight when we go to our rooms. If we are the lucky ones we find notes under our pillows.”
“My, I mean your Aunt Jane’s Poll-parrot!” Janet exclaimed, “I wish it were over.”