Both girls shook their heads.
“Maybe she took some time to practice, and managed to pull through,” suggested Anne. “Clarice can do almost anything if she tries.”
“I truly hope so,” said Patricia fervently.
That evening the Alley Gang was in such a furore over arrangements for the picnic that the test was not even mentioned.
“Isn’t the water going to be awfully cold so early in the season?” objected Jane, when the question of “eats” had been satisfactorily settled, and that of bathing was under discussion.
“If the day is fairly warm, and we go in where it’s sunny, I think it will be all right,” replied Katharine.
“All right for an out-door girl like you,” retorted Betty, with a shiver, “but it doesn’t sound altogether attractive to me.”
“Then stay out of it,” advised Katharine sensibly.
“Yes; anybody who doesn’t want to go in can get busy around the fireplace and have a big feed all ready for us. We’ll be starved.”
“Never saw you when you weren’t, France,” called Clarice, who just then appeared in the doorway of Jane’s room where the girls had congregated.