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Baird nodded her head. "That I leave to you; you're much the better judge. Only do make haste, I am so afraid some one will be hurt. I saw little Phylis Guile almost run into a tree." Polly and Betty promised to start at once. They went up to the studio and made Lois put away her brushes and join them. Then they told the Dorothys and Evelin and Mildred.
Jane Ramsey, who had been at Seddon Hall for three years in the lower school and had at last reached the dignity of Freshman, was giving an admiring group of new girls some advice. There were five of them, Catherine and Helen Clay, two sisters Catherine a Freshman and Helen a Sophomore, Winifred Hayes, another Sophomore, and Phylis Guile.
Sometimes they met with protests, but, for the most part their Senior dignity upheld them. "What under the sun will we do about Jane and Phylis?" Polly asked. "They'll kill themselves if they go down again, and if we just tell them they can't it will break their hearts." Lois considered. "I've got it. We'll make it seem a favor to us." "But how?"
Polly demanded, as the two younger girls came flying recklessly around the turn. "Leave that to me," Lois whispered. "Oh, Jane, will you and Phylis come here a minute? Polly and I have the greatest favor to ask of you. I wonder if you'll help us out?" she asked. "Of course we will," they answered promptly. "We'll do anything."
"Bless your heart, no," Polly assured her. "I'm just being lazy; I'll be up for luncheon." "Tell us the something important," Lois said, pulling Jane down beside her on the window box. Jane looked at Angela and Connie. "Oh, never mind them," Lois said, understanding her hesitation. "What is it?" "Well," Jane began, desperately, "I've got to tell you first that Phylis and I were not very nice "
Jane, whose hair was black, almost as black as her eyes, contrasted strangely with Phylis' dazzling fairness. At present, they were doing most of the talking. "Do the new girls vote for Captain too?" Phylis asked. "Florence has told me of course, but I've forgotten." "Yes, all the upper school," Jane told her. They were talking of the coming basket ball election.
"Nonsense; it does not," Jane contradicted. "Send them but don't be silly about it, Polly wouldn't think of letting you have a crush on her." "Will you put your name on the card, too?" Phylis asked. Jane considered. "I will if you send them to Lois, too," she said, thereby giving away a secret she had hoped to keep. After the Senior meeting Polly decided she needed air.
"Fanny was crying and saying she wanted to go home, and that she wouldn't ever speak to anybody again. We left them, and Well, we thought we'd better tell you." Phylis ended the tale and looked at Polly. "Poor Fanny," Polly sighed, "she's not very happy. The Dorothys shouldn't talk that way, of course, but it's not very important. Thanks for telling me, though. Don't listen any more.
Polly, a minute later, blew the whistle and placed the teams. Jane and Phylis were so excited that they nearly forgot to jump when she threw the ball up between them. For two hours and a half they worked. Polly and Betty and Fanny explaining and showing them how, and now and again getting into the game themselves.
"Something's got to be done," she announced, when she found her with Angela, "and we've got to do it. Ange, you print the notice of the election in red ink, and put it on the bulletin board. And, Bet, you make the ballot box. There's a big square wooden box under my bed you can cut a hole in it. I'll go and find Phylis and Jane and get them to help me tear up paper slips.
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