“Miss Raymond, could you tell me——” she began timidly. Just then a tumult of cries and a burst of gay applause came through the half-open door.
“Aren’t they noisy this morning?” laughed Helen. “And it’s not Monday, so it can’t be about a society election.”
Miss Raymond was gathering up her books and papers. “Go out and see what it’s about,” she said, smiling down at Helen’s eager little face.
“Yes, but I just wanted to ask——” began Helen again.
Miss Raymond gave her a little push in the direction of the door. “Never mind that now,” she said. “You belong out there.”
And Helen went out, wondering at Miss Raymond’s insistence, into the tightly packed, swaying mob of laughing, excited girls, who all seemed to know what the noise and the merriment were about. As Helen pushed through the door, a girl whom she did not know stretched out a hand to her.
“Congratulations, Miss Adams,” she said.
Helen looked her bewilderment, and the girl laughed.
“Your note is on the bulletin board,” she said. “Didn’t Miss Raymond tell you?”
Just then a movement of the crowd tossed Christy Mason forward toward Helen. Evidently Christy had something to do with the excitement. People were shaking hands with her, and her face was radiant.