“You and Min need not sign our petition to Dr. Morgan or the pledge we send in. They are to be ready before to-morrow—but you are to give me your promise to live up to the requirements.”
“I’ll do that. I have never taken advantage in examinations. They have always been easy enough without that.”
Elizabeth knew this to be quite true. Landis was one of the strongest members of the Senior class and she worked hard.
“Then we understand each other,” said Elizabeth. “From this time on, we’ll be just as before. No one need know we have had this talk.” She passed into the hall at these words, leaving Landis alone to reflect upon their conversation.
CHAPTER XII.
THE SENIORS OUTWITTED.
When the Seniors and the Middlers, at the close of the spring semester, entered the class-room to take their examination in trigonometry, they found Dr. Kitchell the only member of the faculty present. He remained long enough to pass the small, printed slips of questions, and to explain the manner in which he wished the work done. A smile of relief passed over the class as he took his departure. Soon pencils and rulers were busy. The sound of their moving was all that was heard in the class-room. No word was spoken. The work continued for over an hour. Then one member, having finished, arose and, placing her papers on the table which stood near the front, quitted the room. One by one, as they completed the examination, the others followed her example.
Elizabeth was among the last to leave. Her face was beaming with satisfaction at the spirit in which her plan had been carried out. In the main hall she met Dr. Kitchell.