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Lois was apparently frightened into submission, for she said: "All right, Poll, I won't." Very meekly. That evening the two Dorothys were astonished and not a little put out with the ease with which the election was gone through with. They had seen the class meeting sign, and with Evelin and Helen accepted it without a doubt, which added considerably to Polly's discomfort.
"They're spoiling our class." "What about Fanny!" Lois inquired. "She's the one; evidently she's miserable, and look at that note." Polly got back into bed. "Everybody get out!" she ordered. "And, Bet, go find Fanny and ask her to come here. I'm going to talk to her. She's got some foolish idea in her head about us, and I'm going to find out what it is." "What about the Dorothys?"
"Betty and you and Lois are not the only Seniors at this school, though you do act most mighty like you thought you were. I got my permission from the two Dorothys," she finished with a triumphant toss of her head. Polly and Lois looked at each other in amazement. Something had come over Fanny of late. They had noticed it, but other matters had made it seem unimportant.
She said she'd love to I'd rather have had Miss Porter, on account of Connie but I didn't like to say so." "Evelin and Mildred will come; they were a little cold at first," Polly said, "but they're all right now, and crazy to see Connie." "How about the Dorothys, Lo?" Betty demanded. Lois chuckled wickedly. "They have made other plans for this evening, and will be unable to go," she said, sadly.
"Seddon Hall is rather too long for the line but I guess it will do." "Of course it will!" Polly assured her, as Betty scribbled hurriedly. "We'll claim poetic license. I'm sure it's worth it. Let's go find the girls, and read it to them." "Where are they?" Angela inquired. "I think the Dorothys have gone to the village." "Evelin's in the gym, and Mildred's in the Infirmary," Betty said.
The Dorothys had always been dissenting voices ever since Freshman days. Betty tore her hair in secret behind the wardrobe. It was Angela's slow drawl that settled the question. "It would be more formal," she agreed, "but what would be the use? Mrs. Baird is much too busy to come, the classrooms are always stuffy after school and besides, we couldn't take the jam along, it's against the rules."
Here's some paper," she added, tearing off sheets and passing them around. But things were not to run so smoothly. One of the Dorothys rose to protest. "Don't you think it would be more formal if we held a real meeting in one of the classrooms with Mrs. Baird there," she said. "Then we could have a ballot box and do the thing properly." Polly and Lois exchanged glances.
I heard her say to one of the girls: 'Polly's bravery is so awfully evident, that it almost looks like showing off, and when Dorothy Lansing said: 'I think so, too, I simply couldn't help laughing. It was so like the Dorothys." "Who were they talking to?" Polly asked, indifferently. Connie smiled at a sudden recollection. "A girl named Eleanor Trent. She was furious.
That Tamara should have been given that Russian appellation, in a group of Gladys, Mabels and Dorothys, must have surely indicated that fate meant her to follow a line not quite so mapped out as that of her sisters'. The very manner of her entry into the world was not in accordance with the Underdown plan.
"I think we can make the Dorothys agree," Polly said, confidently. "Mrs. Baird is coming to the meeting, and I know she'd rather we gave the 'Merchant of Venice." "What about the class picture?" Lois asked. "How are we going to have it taken all standing in a stiff group, as usual?" "Jemima, no!" Betty exclaimed. "The officers all sit, I insist; else what proof have we of our importance?"
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