A group of girls in the farthest corner of the room clapped vigorously.
“Nothing cut-and-dried about that,” whispered Katherine to Adelaide Rich.
“Are there any more remarks?” inquired the president. No one seemed anxious to speak, and she went on rather aimlessly. “Miss Wales has really covered the ground, I think. The other classes all elected their debaters, and I fancy they want us to do the same. As for the faculty–well, I may as well say that they almost insist upon a change.”
“Good crawl,” whispered Katherine, who was quick to put two and two together, to Adelaide Rich, who never got the point of any but the most obvious remarks, and who now looked much perplexed.
Meanwhile Betty had been holding whispered consultations with some of the girls around her, and now she rose again. Her “madame president” was so obviously prior to Kate Denise’s that when Kate was recognized there was an ominous murmur of discontent and Jean apologized and promptly reversed her decision.
“Perhaps I oughtn’t to speak twice,” said Betty blushing at the commotion she had caused, “but if we are to change our vote, some of us think it would be fun to hold a preliminary debate now, and choose our speaker on her merits. We did that once at school—”
“Good stunt,” called some one.
“I move that Miss Wales as chairman select a committee of arrangements, and that we have a five minute recess while the committee meets.”
“I move that there be two committees, one for nominating speakers and the other for choosing a subject.”