This was a signal for Montana Marie to lead the Pease twins into the center of the field—Amelia again carefully freckled and dressed exactly like her sister.
“Alike as two Pease in a pod,” cried some would-be wit.
“Bully joke!” acknowledged a group of generous sophomores.
“Too good to keep to ourselves,” shrilled back Montana Marie.
“Who makes freckles? Rita Carson, she makes freckles,” chanted a riotous freshman chorus.
“Freckles that will come off,” added the enlightened Straight.
In a minute the field was pandemonium, with the Peases and Rita Carson being carried round it on freshman shoulders, and the sophomores clamoring eagerly for the whole story.
“It’s not so bad,” admitted Susanna magnanimously. “We’ve got you on muscle, but I’m afraid you’ve got us on brains. So honors are easy, and—oh, we’ve got another year coming!” concluded Susanna with a joyous little sigh.
CHAPTER XVII
TWO SURPRISES
At last Bob Parker had got what she wanted. Babe brought her up to Harding for what they called “one last frisk,” in a big motor-car, with a shiny hat trunk strapped impressively on behind, and the most wonderful tea-basket to take off on the numerous picnics which were to be the “frisk’s” chief feature, because Bob doted on them so.