“Girls,” said Margaret, “will you all agree? Those who do not agree, please keep their hands down. Those who do agree, please hold up hands. Now, then, is Betty Vivian to be invited to join the Specialities? Which has it—the ‘ayes’ or the ‘noes’?”
All the girls’ hands, with one exception, were eagerly raised in favor of Betty Vivian. Fanny sat very still, her hands locked one inside the other in her lap. Something in her attitude and in the expression of her face caused each of her companions to gaze at her in extreme wonder.
“Why, Fanny, what is the meaning of this?” asked Margaret.
“I cannot explain myself,” said Fanny.
“Cannot—and you a Speciality! Don’t you know that we have no secrets from one another?”
“That is true,” said Fanny, speaking with a great effort. “Well, then, I will explain myself. I would rather Betty Vivian did not join our club.”
“But why, dear—why?”
“Yes, Fanny, why?” echoed Susie.
“What ridiculous nonsense you are talking!” cried Olive Repton.
“The most striking-looking girl I ever saw!” said Julia Bertram. “Why, Fan, what is your reason for this?”