“I am touched at your confidence,” laughed Hilary.
“I had my watch on, too,” acknowledged Dorothy, “but I was just thinking about those puzzling lines in the lesson.”
“We all were,” said one of the other girls, “and when Hilary insisted that there was ‘plenty of time,’ of course we believed her.”
“Don’t blame Hilary,” said Juliet. “It was all my fault. I thought I was doing a kindness instead of upsetting the whole schedule and making half the senior class late! I expected Dr. Carver to be horrid, especially if she remembered last year, but she was real fair and said we could make up the work if we wanted to and she would consult Miss Randolph about the tardiness.”
“After this,” said Hilary, “I fix my clock every day or get a new one.”
“Don’t worry, Hilary, we all think it a big joke, and shall never forget you as you sat—all of us in blissful ignorance that class was in session—reading the whole hard lesson to the crowd!” Thus spoke Dorothy, president of the senior academy class.
CHAPTER XI.
HALLOW-E’EN, WITH OTHER EVENTS.
In a boarding school full of bright girls, the most ordinary weeks contain something new and interesting, but the last week of October in this opening of the year at Greycliff was full of plans and more or less exciting events. First came the arrival of the butterfly pins. They came on the morning mail, addressed to Cathalina, who, on finding them with her mail, immediately called a meeting of the Psyche Club in Lakeview Suite. “Come as soon as you get through with your recitations this afternoon,” she said. “I’ll not open the box till everybody is there, and then we shall know whether we are to be terribly disappointed or perfectly delighted!”
Promptly the girls arrived at a time when they judged that the last one would be through. Eager with anticipation, they watched Cathalina open the larger box in which they came and take out the small individual boxes marked each with the name of the girl for which it was intended.
“How nicely they have fixed everything!” said Hilary.