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Mary Wilson could come or stay away just as she chose. Mary should decide that matter for herself. When once Elizabeth made a decision, there was no dilly-dallying, no going back and wondering if she had done the right thing. Taking up her pencil, she began to jot down the names of those to be invited. Nora O'Day's name headed the list with Azzie Hogan's tagged on at the last.
So sympathetic was her music that a hush fell over the chattering audience. "What has possessed the girl?" whispered Mame Welch, almost in tears but determined to keep a brave front. "I feel as though I was about to attend my own funeral. This is so unlike Azzie. Her music is generally brilliant." Still the wail of sorrow sobbed itself out from beneath Azzie's fingers.
Azzie struck up an accompaniment, while the whole class of Seniors came out strong on the refrain. With this, the Seniors arose. Six again took possession of the long box. The procession filed slowly from the room, while Azzie played a dirge. The Middlers and Freshmen followed after them, and the laughing and chattering began again. Every one was humming "The Middler class is dead."
"But she won't be here now. I'll yell and see." She yelled a yell that must have have reached to the end of the dormitory and pierced any number of closed doors. The girls suppressed their half-frightened giggles, and waited. Azzie was right. Mrs. Schuyler did not appear. "Why doesn't she come?" asked Min Kean in a whisper. "She surely heard that." "Because I've taken her scalp," said Azzie.
"Oh, well, let us hope she was jesting then," was the reply. The seventh venture had carried a charm for Azzie. Her heart did not go thumping to her heels again. She knocked at Mrs. Schuyler's door and then entered without waiting for permission. "Good-morning, Mrs. Schuyler," she cried gayly. "I was sorry not to see you down to breakfast, though to be honest I did not expect you.
We have never been known to miss a spread." The other girls accepted with the same readiness. It was not until Azzie was reached that any uncertainty arose. Azzie was at the piano when Elizabeth found her. "It depends," she replied. "If Smiles will allow me to do overtime this evening, I won't be able to come. I'll be too tired. If she's cranky and locks up the music room, I'll come."
"Give them back to Azzie," said Mame. "Sometime early to-morrow morning you will find that the pale-faced scout is close on Azzie's trail." Azzie took the trophies in her hand, examining them critically. "To-morrow I intend to go in and call upon her. I know she'll have a towel bound around her head." The girls were about to depart when Mame Welch exclaimed, "There, I almost forgot!
Anna Cresswell has been invited down to Gleasonton to visit at the Senator's. Mrs. Gleason is arranging quite a party of Exeter girls as soon as they can have a free Saturday." "Elizabeth and I were invited to-day," said Mary. "We were to let Mrs. Gleason know what Saturday we would have free." "They have fine times there so they tell me," Azzie said. "I've never been invited to see for myself."
As though Mary's words had power to call her, Azzie at that moment came down the corridor, swinging herself lazily along. "This is the sixth time I've started for Mrs. Schuyler's room," she began at the sight of the girls. "But the moment I reach the door, my heart drops down into my shoes, and it's so heavy, I can't move my feet an inch."
Mary shook back her hair, as she adjusted the last pin in her cuff. "There's the last bell, Elizabeth, and you're not half ready. Well, I'll hurry on, and if you are locked out, I'll get Maggie to bring your dinner up here. She'll do anything if you give her a small tip." Azzie Hogan was the last to appear at the spread.
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