Part 25 (2/2)
”Mob rehearsal from four to six,” added Bob.
”Helen Adams has to go to a conference with the new board of editors,”
put in Madeline. ”I heard her talking to Christy about it. It begins early and they're going to have tea.”
”To-morrow evening--Moons.h.i.+ners' engagements please,” said Katherine briskly.
”Cla.s.s supper committee meets to see about caterers,” cried Babe. ”We can't put it off either. Last year's cla.s.s has engaged Cuyler's already,--the pills! That committee takes out me and Nita and Alice Waite.”
”Rehearsal of the carnival dance in the play,” added Babbie promptly, ”and Jessica, alias me, has to go.”
”Thursday as I understand it is to be devoted to picking, not daisies, but the flowers of Jane Austen's thought for Miss Raymond.” Katherine looked at Babbie for directions. ”Shall I go on to Friday afternoon?”
”Cla.s.s meeting,” chanted several voices at once.
”It won't be out a minute before six,” declared Bob. ”We've got to elect the rest of our commencement performers----”
”Which isn't very many,” interposed Madeline.
”Well, there'll be reports from dozens and dozens of committees,”
concluded Bob serenely, ”and there'll be quant.i.ties of things to discuss. 19-- is great on discussions.”
”In the evening,” Betty took her up, ”Marie is going to a.s.sign the junior ushers to the various functions, and she's asked most of us to advise her about it, hasn't she?”
Several girls in the circle nodded.
”Then we come to Sat.u.r.day,” proclaimed Katherine. ”Evening's out, I know, for Dramatic Club's open meeting.”
”I'm on the reception committee,” added Betty. ”We shall have to trim up the rooms in the afternoon.”
”All the play people have rehearsals Sat.u.r.day.”
”Sat.u.r.day seems to be impossible,” said Katherine. ”How about Monday afternoon?”
”The Ivy Day committee has a meeting,” announced Rachel in apologetic tones. ”But don't mind me, if the rest can come then.”
”The Prince of Morocco has a special audience granted him by Miss Kingston for Monday at five,” said Madeline. ”But don't mind him.”
”Dear me,” laughed Betty. ”I hadn't any idea we were such busy ladies.
Is everybody in 19-- on so many committees, do you suppose?”
”Of course not, simple child,” answered Bob. ”We're prominent seniors,--one of the leading crowds in 19--. I heard Nan Whipple call us to a freshman that she had at dinner last Sunday.”
”And all of us but Madeline work early and late to keep up the position,” added Babbie grandly.
”The Watson lady is an idler too,” put in Madeline, with quick tact, remembering that Eleanor had mentioned no engagements. ”We're content to bask in the reflected glory of our friends, aren't we, Eleanor?”
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