"All but Alma," rejoined Tilly, in an exultant whisper. "Say, get her, too!"
"Well, now, if this isn't just a lark," crowed Bertha, gleefully, when the last of the six girls had crowded themselves into the narrow berth.
"Ouch! my head," groaned Genevieve, as a soft thud threw the other girls into stifled laughter.
"Pooh! I've been hitting my head against the up-stairs flat ever since I went to bed," quoth Elsie. "Isn't it fun! Now let's talk."
"What about?"
"Texas, of course," cut in Tilly. "Girls, girls, wouldn't it be glorious to give our Texas yell, though, and see what happened!"
"Tilly!" gasped the shocked Cordelia.
"Oh, I wasn't going to, of course," chuckled Tilly, softly. "I was just imaginin', you know."
"But even this—I'm not sure we ought—" began Cordelia.
"No, of course not; you never are, Cordy," agreed Tilly, smoothly.