"Sarah," commanded Mabel, "run down the hall and fill this pitcher."
A look of distress came into Sarah's black eyes.
"I am afraid I will be late."
"Nonsense! Hurry."
Sarah flew down the hall. She met a score of girls going toward the elevator, and they looked at her smilingly.
"You'd better hurry, youngster."
"Ach, I am!" answered Sarah.
To her amazement Ellen and Mabel were almost dressed when she returned. She would have set the pitcher down inside the door and then run, but Mabel called again.
"Wait a minute. You're too late now to get in without permission, and you don't know where to go for that. See whether you can find a blue belt in that pile."
Sarah's tears dropped upon the pile of collars and ties and belts.