"No, what?" answered Sarah bluntly, in blissful ignorance that she was not supposed to be included in the conversation.
"The Common Council has asked 'em to clean off the streets," announced Fannie, addressing herself to Rosemary, "and Jack Welles is going to make himself awfully unpopular, if he isn't careful."
"Clean off the streets?" repeated Rosemary. "Why what do you mean?"
"There's been so many storms, they haven't been able to keep some of the streets clear of snow," explained Nina, biting into a cup cake, for Nina lunched almost exclusively on cake. "They've had gangs of men working, but before they get one snow carted away, another falls. And now the Common Council has decided to ask the high school boys to work after school. My father is a Councilman, and he told us all about the last meeting. They'll pay the boys and it will be a regular lark."
"Yes, if Jack Welles doesn't go and spoil everything," said Fannie darkly.
"How can he spoil everything?" Rosemary demanded.
She had not seen Jack so often once the school year was well under way. Football practice had absorbed him during the early fall and later came basketball. Other school and class activities, too, claimed his attention, for Jack was popular and a good student as well. He was president of his class, the Sophomores, and had that year been appointed Student Advisor to the grammar school boys.
"How can Jack spoil things?" repeated Rosemary.
Fannie leaned across the table—she dearly loved to be important and now she had something to tell.
"It's like this," she began. "My brother told me. The Student Council had a letter from the Eastshore Common Council, saying they wanted volunteer snow workers among the high school boys. And the S. C. called the presidents of the four classes together and told them to go ahead and get the workers, twelve from each class."