“Nice old Polly! Polly want a cracker?” said Betty soothingly, offering a piece of cake.
“I wish that Miss Randolph would let us go around to more places,” sighed Juliet, stretching forward red slippers and smothering a yawn. “It is such fun.”
“Indeed, Juliet, you ought to be thankful you can ever go! It was a long time before Miss Randolph would have any games away from home. So they say; and Patricia West told somebody that Miss Randolph thinks ‘competitive games’ bad for the girls. But I guess she just had to give in for fear ev’rybody would go to the other schools.”
“I shouldn’t think anybody would want to go anywhere else that ever saw Greycliff,” said Cathalina, forgetting her own early indifference, though a bit surprised at her own feeling. “But somehow I hate to think that Miss Randolph would give in to anything she didn’t think right. I can’t believe it!”
“Good for you, Cathalina,—you are a loyal Greycliffer already! And I guess all of us feel that way about Miss Randolph, too.” Thus spoke Lilian. “But you know Miss Randolph does not own the school, even if her uncle did give so much money. She can’t help some things,—and of course we’re all glad about this.”
“Let’s talk about the Hallowe’en doin’s,” suggested Avalon. “I can’t think of a thing for a costume!”
“Why, Avalon, do forgive me for not telling you. We’ve changed our plans and it won’t be a masquerade,—costumes of a sort, though. I forgot you were having sore throat.”
“And I forgot, too, to tell her,” said Isabel guiltily.
“What’s the new plan, then, Cathalina? Yes, I was over at the pest house two days.”
“We’re going to have a circus. Wait till I drink the rest of my cocoa and I’ll get a list that I have. Everybody has to report to the committee what she’s going to be or do. You can get some ideas of what you would like to be.”