"Only six months," interrupted Mrs. Adams tartly.
"How do you expect to keep to-day's minutes?" demanded the president.
"Oh, I am sure Miss Prudence will give me a pencil and paper, and I'll copy them in the book as soon as ever I get home."
"Yes, indeed," said Prudence. "There is a tablet on that table beside you, and pencils, too. I thought we might need them."
Then the president made a few remarks, but while she talked, Miss Carr was excitedly opening the tablet. Miss Carr was always excited, and always fluttering, and always giggling girlishly. Carol called her a sweet old simpering soul, and so she was. But now, right in the midst of the president's serious remarks, she quite giggled out.
The president stared at her in amazement. The Ladies looked up curiously. Miss Carr was bending low over the tablet, and laughing gaily to herself.
"Oh, this is very cute," she said. "Who wrote it? Oh, it is just real cunning."
Fairy sprang up, suddenly scarlet. "Oh, perhaps you have one of the twins' books, and they're always scribbling and——"
"No, it is yours, Fairy. I got it from among your school-books."
Fairy sank back, intensely mortified, and Miss Carr chirped brightly: