"Then why don't you?" Shirley reproached her. "You brought your color box and some canvases with you to Arizona and you haven't made a single picture. I'm ashamed of you!"
"Oh, I'll make up for it this winter at Rockhill School. I'll work hard. See if I don't."
"No, you won't, Bet Baxter. You get so interested in the sports, the motoring, the flying and all that outdoor science course, that you'll never take a brush in your hand. And you won't study either!" declared Joy.
"I'll have to," protested Bet. "Dad wouldn't like it if I failed to come up to the high standard of the school. Dr. Dale's idea is that modern sports develop the brain and make us wide awake and keen."
"Sounds fishy to me," returned Joy slangily. "I may be wrong but I have my doubt that it works. If I had to go up in an airplane I'd be so frightened I couldn't think straight for a year at least."
Suddenly Joy sprang up, her face white. "Say, Bet, does everyone at
Rockhill have to fly?"
"Of course not, Joy. There probably won't be more than six in the whole school who will go in for aviation."
"Thank goodness! I wish The Merriweather Girls wouldn't go in for flying."
"Why, Joy Evans, I've already signed up for the aviation course. I wouldn't miss it for worlds."
"Personally, I'd be content to stay on the ground," spoke Shirley.