"Can't you and Peggy give it to us on a small scale? Just as a sample of what we may hear some day? Perhaps if the girls hear it they can fall in. I'd like to hear it myself."
Polly paused a moment, looking doubtfully at Peggy. That old Naval Academy Yell meant a good deal to these two girls. They had heard it under so many thrilling circumstances.
"We will give it if you wish it, Mrs. Vincent, though it will sound funny I'm afraid from just Polly and me. Maybe though, the girls will try it too after we have given it."
With more volume and enthusiasm than would have seemed possible from just two throats, Peggy and Polly began:
"N—n—n—n!
A—a—a—a!
V—v—v—v!
Y—y—y—y!
Navy! Navy! Navy! Navy!
Mrs. Vincent! Mrs. Vincent! Mrs. Vincent!"
the ending being entirely in the nature of a surprise to that lady who blushed and laughed like a girl. But before she could escape, Polly had sprung to the platform and as a cheer leader who would have put Wheedler of old to shame was crying: "Come on!"
The girls caught the spirit and swing with a will and the room rang to their voices.
Clapping her hands and laughing happily Mrs. Vincent ran toward the door only pausing long enough to say:
"Four P. M. sharp! Then from seven to ten 'the goblins will get you if you don't watch out!'"
"Let Polly sound 'Assembly' at four. Please do, Mrs. Vincent. It will make us come double time," begged Peggy, running after her and detaining her by slipping her arm about her waist.