“Oh, catch it, quick!” cried Marjorie, rushing across the room towards the open window. “Suppose it goes out——”
But she was too late. Already the penny had rolled over the edge, down into the soft grass beneath.
The girls regarded each other in consternation.
“Shall we toss another?” asked Jeannette.
“Or go hunt for that one?” suggested Marjorie.
“In the dark?” demanded Lily, scornfully. “We’d hardly find it—and tomorrow would be too late for either of you to resign. And as for tossing another, that wouldn’t be playing fair, and I won’t do it! This is as good as any other sign that neither one of you is to withdraw!”
“Besides,” remarked Marjorie, thoughtfully, “they’d probably only put another candidate in our place. Doesn’t the constitution say there must be three?”
“I never thought of that,” admitted Jeannette.
“Well, I guess Lil’s right; we better be good sports and both run, Jennie.”
“All right, I will. But I hope you’re elected. And if I thought that I had spoiled your chances——”