“Only two months more and then you will know.”
CHAPTER XVIII
A BUSY APRIL
The month of April was a busy one in Vine Haven Seminary.
“Virg, what have you done to Sally MacLean?” Betsy inquired one Saturday morning. “I just now asked her to go for a hike with me and hunt for wild flowers. It’s such a perfectly scrumptious day, so shiny and blue, but no, she just wouldn’t budge. And of all the stupid things that I left her doing, you never could guess.”
“Oh yes, I could,” the older girl replied, smiling at the piquant-faced little maid in a cherry colored sport coat and tam, who stood in her open door. “I am almost certain that Sally is translating Latin, because we are going to review the entire term’s work on the Saturday mornings in April. Better join us.”
“Me?” Betsy pretended to groan. “May the saints help the two of you. What in the world is old Sal trying to do? Get her name on the Honor Roll?”
“I hope so.”
“Well, it’s a lost hope. She never could do it.”
“I’m not so sure of that,” Megsy, who sat by an open window with her mending, smiled across at the speaker, “I did it and so did Babs.”
“Well, it’s me as isn’t even trying for it. Good! There’s Dicky Taylor.” With a farewell wave of her hand, Betsy skipped down the corridor calling, “I say, Dick, Virg hasn’t hoodooed you into trying for the Honor Roll, has she? Put on your hiking togs and come out with me.”