“O—o—oh!” moaned the candidates, in a horrified chorus.
“Silence, infants!” commanded the president of the M. O. R.’s. “Each girl must drive her own three nails. There must be no balking. The nails will be examined—er—later—by daylight—to make sure that the test has been honestly performed. I will now draw the slips and announce the names of the first quartette.”
“How dreadful!” whispered one of the Lockwood twins. “I’ll faint if I have to do that.”
“Dora Lockwood,” announced Mary the next instant.
“Oh!” squealed the twin named; but nobody save the twins themselves knew which one spoke.
“Josephine Morse.”
Jess grabbed Laura by the arm. “I—I’m scared to death!” she whispered in her chum’s ear.
“Helen Agnew.”
The doctor’s daughter grabbed Jess. “We’ve got to do it!” she murmured. “Isn’t it awful?”
“Laura Belding.”