"I've had an awful time with her," sobbed Alexia, her face buried in her handkerchief, "and I suppose it really will kill me, girls."
"Nonsense!" cried one or two. "Well, what did she say about making Polly listen to reason?"
"Oh, dreadful—dreadful!" groaned Alexia gustily. "You can't think!"
"You don't mean to say that she approves, after all that Polly Pepper has worked over that old Recital, to"—
—"Have some one else come in and grab the glory?" finished another voice.
"Oh, dear—dear!" groaned Alexia in between. "And Miss Salisbury would kill you, Clem, if she heard you say 'grab.'"
"Well, do tell us, what did Miss Salisbury say?" demanded another girl impatiently.
"She said it was right for Polly to ask Charlotte Chatterton to sing, and she was glad she was going to do it."
"Oh, horrors!" exclaimed the group in dismal chorus.
"The idea! as much as she loves Polly Pepper!" cried Sally Moore.