“Don’t do that, Marj!” cried the other girl, in concern. “In fact—I’ve decided to withdraw my name from the list.”
“What?” gasped Lily, in amazement. Such a stupendous honor as senior presidency was hardly to be turned down lightly.
“Yes, because I want Marj to get it, and I don’t want our vote to be divided. We have about the same friends, while Delia has an entirely different following. And you know that I don’t think Delia would make a good president.”
Marjorie considered the matter thoughtfully from this angle; it was certainly a fact that Delia Humphreys, conceited, over-bearing, almost bold in her manner, would not lead the class to its highest advantage. Yet she had certain supporters—perhaps enough to elect her if the vote were divided.
“I agree with you, Jeannette,” she decided, finally; “but your solution doesn’t meet with my approval. Let me withdraw, for I honestly want to. I mean to devote myself to the Girl Scouts this year.”
“What Girl Scouts?”
“I don’t know,” replied Marjorie, blushingly.
“That’s only an excuse!” cried Jeannette, jumping up impulsively. “I thought of it first—and I’m going to be the one to do it!”
“No, no! I am!”
“If you do, I will too!” announced Jeanette, defiantly.