“And why not Cathalina, then?”
“O, she’s too high and mighty, and besides she’s only in the beginning Latin class.”
“So are you,” Eloise and Lilian, who were high-minded girls, did not much relish the implication that Hilary and Cathalina would not consider this an exactly noble undertaking.
Isabel laughed. “That’s so, but I am a ‘bold spirit, my hearties’!”
“Well, what are we going to do?” asked Lilian.
Diane pretended to tear her hair.
“I’ve thought of several schemes that we might try, nothing very smart, but she’s new here and we might have some fun out of it.” This was from Virginia. So with gigglings and whisperings and putting together of heads bright and mischievous, they laid their plans for a trick or two.
“I’ll be on hand,” said Isabel, “if it takes days, because we want to try this first, as it, ladies and gentlemen, is the one which will do us the most good. And now it all depends on a closed door!”
“It does,” replied Virginia, with which mysterious saying, all the conspirators save the hostesses took their departure.
For several days after this meeting, about ten minutes before the time for the Cicero class, Isabel Hunt, books under her arm, as if on her way to some class, would stroll carelessly by Dr. Carver’s door. At last there came a day when it was closed. Turning, Isabel waved wildly at Diane, who was also coming early and was just within the outside door at the end of the hall in “Randolph,” first floor.