“And I’m glad,” she told her chum, Laura Belding, “Just think! next Fall we’ll be seniors.”
“Wishing your life away,” laughed Laura. “We were awfully glad to be juniors, I remember.”
“Sure. But we’ll boss the school next fall,” said Jess.
“We’ve done very well for juniors, especially in athletics,” observed Laura. “Why, practically, our bunch has dominated athletics for a year, now. We made the eight-oared shell in our sophomore year.”
“True. And the champion basketball team, too.”
“And Eve is going to qualify for the broad jump as well as the shot-put, I verily believe,” said Laura. “I’m glad I found that girl and got her to come to Central High instead of going to Keyport.”
“She was a lucky find,” admitted Jess. “And she wasn’t much afraid of those Gypsies last week—did you notice?”
“Of course she wasn’t. She told me this morning that the constable over there looked for the camp, but the Romany folk had moved on.”
“I wonder if they caught that girl in the yellow kerchief,” said Jess, thoughtfully.
“Don’t know. But they managed to scare Bobby pretty thoroughly,” said Laura. “I never did see Bobby Hargrew quite so impressed.”