“Class supper committee meets to see about caterers,” cried Babe. “We can’t put it off either. Last year’s class has engaged Cuyler’s already,—the pills! That committee takes out me and Nita and Alice Waite.”
“Rehearsal of the carnival dance in the play,” added Babbie promptly, “and Jessica, alias me, has to go.”
“Thursday as I understand it is to be devoted to picking, not daisies, but the flowers of Jane Austen’s thought for Miss Raymond.” Katherine looked at Babbie for directions. “Shall I go on to Friday afternoon?”
“Class meeting,” chanted several voices at once.
“It won’t be out a minute before six,” declared Bob. “We’ve got to elect the rest of our commencement performers——”
“Which isn’t very many,” interposed Madeline.
“Well, there’ll be reports from dozens and dozens of committees,” concluded Bob serenely, “and there’ll be quantities of things to discuss. 19— is great on discussions.”
“In the evening,” Betty took her up, “Marie is going to assign the junior ushers to the various functions, and she’s asked most of us to advise her about it, hasn’t she?”
Several girls in the circle nodded.
“Then we come to Saturday,” proclaimed Katherine. “Evening’s out, I know, for Dramatic Club’s open meeting.”