Jeanette held her hands tightly clasped, her lips shut firmly together.
No such ill fortune could descend upon her as to be chosen president of a club which she herself had suggested should be a test of courage and honor.
Under no circumstances would she accept the office.
Why she should feel this intense objection to her own election she had no time or opportunity to analyze at present.
Mr. Stevens was counting the ballots.
"Cecil Perry, six votes. Eric Lawton, six votes. Jeanette Colter, eight." A burst of applause was led by Cecil's mother.
Jeanette rose suddenly to her feet.
"Oh, no, it is impossible; I absolutely decline to accept!" she announced in an excited tone and manner unusual with her. Ordinarily she was self-possessed and oftentimes humorous.
At present she was neither.
Her eyes had filled with tears and she was biting her lips.