The decision was that it could be done. Phoebe and Molly made the designs and the other girls drew and painted till their fingers ached, they declared. It was no ordinary affair. There were to be place cards, on which a mysterious Sibyl presided over a steaming kettle, while a large frog gaped widely at one side and a black cat arched a bristling back opposite.
Sometimes it is more fun to get ready for something than to take part in the actual performance. But the S. P.’s knew that the Attic Party would be a success. It was different from what there had been before. They knew that both boys and girls would be curious about their club room. With a few games and good things to eat, everybody would enjoy it, they felt pretty sure.
Whom to invite was a problem. The whole high school was not very large, but they had school and class parties sometimes. “Shall we just invite the Black Wizards and let them bring the girls they want?” asked Fran.
“Some of them might not want to bring any,” suggested Molly.
“We might not get all the girls we want here,” said Jean.
“I believe that it is better to invite the girls ourselves, and let the boys take them home if they like,” asserted Bess. “Let’s just have plain, written invitations, since we’re tired of drawing place cards and making pictures, and send them to each one, with a special letter to the Black Wizards asking them to have a stunt.”
Upon this suggestion the S. P.’s acted. The number and list of guests came next in order. There were only fifteen in the senior class. Of these, four were Black Wizards. It was easy enough to choose four of the senior girls who would be acceptable to these senior boys. “Will the seniors want to come?” asked Leigh, who did not know many of them very well.
“Oh, yes, I think so, since it is a different party and a compliment to the Black Wizards, in a way,” Jean answered. “If they will not come, it is all right.”
“Jimmy will want to bring Clare,” said Nan. “He’s in that state when he welcomes any chance to take her anywhere! And here is a place where he can sit by her at a good supper and not have to pay for the eats.”
“Nan! Well, we want Jimmy and Clare for any reason,” declared Jean, “and Bob Metcalf will bring Lucille Arneson, I’m sure. She’s a peach and sweet to us younger girls. I don’t wonder Bob likes her. Now there are six junior Wizards. Whom shall we have for them?”