"Let me make it?" asked the girl eagerly.
"If you wish," agreed Mrs. Pangborn.
"Where? When?" asked Tavia impatiently.
"Now, if you like," consulting her watch. "We had called a meeting of the Glenwoods for five, it wants a quarter of that now. Suppose you speak to them in the hall?"
"Gloriotious!" exclaimed Tavia, forgetting to whom she was making the self-coined remark.
The girls were already filing into the hall. Dorothy went with Rose-Mary, Tavia preferring to go in last and so show everyone the spring hat. It certainly was pretty, no one could deny that, and, as she stepped to the platform, at the signal from Mrs. Pangborn, she looked as Dorothy had seen her look before—like an actress!
Her golden brown hair formed a halo about her face and the flowers (what she called the spring hat) made a beautiful wreath buried in the soft shining tresses.
A buzz of excitement greeted her appearance on the platform. Then she began:
"My dear teachers (they were all present), friends and acquaintances!"
"Three cheers for the acquaintances," broke in one girl, and this was the signal for a hearty cheer.