Shirley laughed. “Probably she has heard that criticism.”
“Yes,” said the junior, Marie Petersen, “but she ought to have picked out the girls that were so smart and wanted to do it themselves.”
“Let me say something, Marie,” said the sophomore, Laura Jones.
“Speak up, if you are but a young thing,” laughed the junior.
“Miss Gibson has confidence in us, or she wouldn’t have turned it over to us. Let’s get up the best ever!”
“Hear, hear!” said the freshman, a “very young child,” according to Caroline. She was letting a boyish bob grow out and had two wisps on either side of her head now, each tied with a piece of pink baby ribbon. These wisps were supposed to be braids.
Shirley looked at her freshman assistant and nearly laughed out. “Good!” she cried. “That’s the spirit. I’m afraid, Pansy, that you can’t be Bluebeard’s wife this year.”
“Why not?” stoutly inquired Pansy Layne. “Couldn’t I wear a wig?”
“Yes, you could, Pansy,” laughed Shirley. “Why, do you know how to do a Bluebeard stunt?”
“No; but Bluebeard’s wives were hung up by their hair.”