"The rest don't count," cut in Betty. "We have the majority and, besides, they always do what we suggest."
"Let's call a class meeting tonight," said Polly. "And now, if we don't start to gather some violets, the Seniors won't accept our invitation if we do ask them to a party."
For an hour they picked flowers and discussed the plans.
"None of your garden parties with ice-cream and cake for me; there's never any fun in that," remarked Betty, dipping a handful of withered violets into the brook.
"Besides, that is what the 'sofs' have planned to do. Mary Rice told me about it, confidentially," added Lois.
"Therefore you immediately tell us," laughed Betty. "Well, they need not be afraid of our copying them. Polly's plan's the best, if we can only do it."
"Listen!" commanded Polly. "Wasn't that some one calling up there?"
"Hello!" called a voice directly above them.
The girls looked and there, standing on a rock, were Connie and Angela, with their arms full of dogwood.
"Come on down," sang out Betty. "You're just the ones we want; we've a wonderful idea."
"Great! Bully!" exclaimed Angela and Connie when they had heard the plan. "Why didn't any one ever think of it before?"
"We can take bacon in jars, and rolls, and broil the bacon over a regular camp fire," suggested Connie.
"And I'll make up a new song just to the Seniors. None of the other classes have ever done that," announced Angela.
"If we don't hurry back the Seniors will think we're lost," reminded Polly. Then with a sigh she added: "I do hope the rest of the class will like the idea."
They did. A class meeting was called and everybody voted it a dandy plan. The two Dorothys said their only objection would be in case the Spartan were chosen for chaperone. The rest laughed at the very thought and Polly promised to annihilate the first one to make such a horrible suggestion.
Lois was chosen to ask Mrs. Baird, and returned from the office with her full permission.
The day was set for the following Friday night, and Angela was told to write a song.
In the corridor that evening as the girls were talking over the plans for the party, one of the maids appeared with a covered tray.
"From the Seniors," she explained, handing it to Lois. "For Miss Polly, Miss Betty, Miss Angela, Miss Connie, and you."