“Oh, her tears were genuine enough,” said Lilian, “and she got what she came for.”
“I suspect I was a goose,” said Hilary, “but perhaps she will be good, and I hate to tell things that will send a girl away from Greycliff.”
“Perhaps Evelyn will tell,” suggested Betty.
“Louise is probably there now,” said Lilian.
Sure enough, Evelyn came in a few minutes before the breakfast bell to ask if Louise had been there. “She wept and carried on till I didn’t know what to do with her, and begged me not to tell any of the teachers. I was so provoked with her that I wouldn’t promise, but finally said that I would do whatever Hilary thought best. You ought to have seen the funny little smile she had when I said that. She just said, ‘Very well,’ and pretended to go out in a bad humor, but I could tell that she thought it would be all right.”
“We’ll just let it go a while, Evelyn, and see. I didn’t promise never to tell.”
On the bulletin board, as the girls went to breakfast, there had already been put up notices of a senior class meeting, a “short meeting” of the Whittier Society, and regular basket-ball practice.
“You will have to have some one else take the minutes, Cathalina,” said Hilary, “for I can’t miss the practice.”
“Of course not. My, I’m glad that you are playing this year, Hilary. Now we shall be sure to win the tournament. It was terrible that we lost that time when you did not play. Of course we can beat the academy classes and I’m not afraid of the juniors now. Do you remember how nearly we came to winning that first year?”
“Indeed I do. How we worked! This will be my last year to play, though. Oh, of course, little games, perhaps, but I mean in competitive games of any consequence. We are getting in pretty good trim. You ought to see Juliet and Pauline make baskets. They almost never miss, if they have any kind of a chance.”