“I'll get the paper.”
“And the pencils.” The ring was in a hubbub; Alexia, as usual, the first to hop out of her place.
“Sit down, girls,” said Polly as chairman. So they all flew back again.
“There, you see now,” said Alexia, huddling expeditiously into her place next to Polly, “how no one can stir till the chairman tells us to.”
“Who jumped first of all?” exclaimed Clem, bursting into a laugh.
“Well, I'm back again, anyhow,” said Alexia coolly, and folding her hands in her lap.
“I'll appoint Lucy Bennett and Silvia Horne to get the paper and pencils,” said Polly. “They are on my desk, girls.”
Alexia smothered the sigh at her failure to be one of the girls to perform this delightful task; but the paper being brought, she soon forgot her disappointment, in having something to do.
“We must all tear it up into strips,” said the chairman, and, beginning on a sheet, “Lucy, you can be giving around the pencils.”
And presently the whole committee was racking its brains over this terribly important question thrust upon them.