“That’s a spiffy idea!” It was of course Betsy who had spoken.
“Babs and I’ll vote for Benjy Wilson. I say, girls, I wish you’d all vote for Benjy, then the belle is sure to be chosen from our crowd.”
“Out with her,” Dicky cried teasingly. “Betsy’s trying to influence the vote.”
“I’m crazy to know what is in the boxes,” Dora chattered on. “One was large and round and there were six smaller ones.”
“I’ll bet its candy. I hope I’ll draw the big one.”
“Bets, there’s nothing piggy about you, is there?”
“Hark, footsteps approach.” Dora peeped out of the partly open door. “It’s Miss King! Sh! Don’t let on I told.”
The instructress of manners and gymnastics appeared, and for once she was actually smiling. After all, even teachers, at times, were human.
“Young ladies, IF you please, form a line in the upper corridor as quickly and quietly as you can that you may not be heard by the guests who have assembled in the library.”
The excited girls took their places so softly that not a rustle could have been heard. Their cheeks were flushed, their eyes sparkled and there was not a heart under the pretty white ruffles that was beating normally.