“Yes, and notes on all the points that we think they can bring up, ready for rebuttal. We’ve even spouted against each other, taking the different sides, either finding a weak point or defending a point. It is lots of fun, but takes so much time from our lessons!”
“All for the glory of the Whittiers, though, and it will soon be over with victory for us,—depend upon it.”
“I hope so, but Jane Mills will be fine, has so much self-confidence and a splendid memory for what her opponents have said.”
“Your memory is just as good, and your enthusiasm, united with having real arguments, will certainly carry the day for us. Hurrah for the Whittiers!”
“There go Eloise and Hilary, comparing bird lists, I suspect,” said Pauline. “Mercy, Cathalina, how you startled me!”
The girls were passing a tall hedge of bushes not far from the “pest house” just as Cathalina and the slim Juliet slipped between bushes, without seeing the girls, and crept along a step or two, on the bird trail also.
“Cathalina, you looked just like an ovenbird then,” said Isabel,—“like this,” and Isabel gave an exaggerated imitation of a stealthy walk. “Anyone would know that you and the ovenbird belong to The Stealthy Prowlers. Pauline scared your bird away, didn’t she?”
“That’s right, blame it on Pauline,” said that young lady.
“You were the one that called out, weren’t you?”
“I was, but then we were all hurrying along and talking. Cathalina, what do you suppose is the latest adventure of your giddy room-mate?”