rst, but that's the way--tense and relax, ten times on
this side and ten on the other."

"Whew! takes some strength! Why don't you try it, girls? It's
fun! Miss Sterling will let you have her bed--we'll make it over
afterwards. Try it. Mis' Albright, and you, Miss Leatherland,
it'll do you good!"

"Yes, go ahead, as Miss Crilly says," urged Miss Sterling. "I've
practiced that, and I think it has made me stronger."

Polly's class was increased to five, but the others could not be
induced to make any attempt.

"There's another that's pretty good," went on Polly. "It's for
both sides, alternate, but you can learn it on your right. Bend up
your left knee, and take your left ankle in your left hand--now
pull hard, leg and hand both! That's right. Pull and then relax.
Here's another; bend your knee--the upper one, and take it in both
hands and pull hard! Relax, and then pull again."

"I wish there was an exercise to make thin folks fatter," observed
Miss Mullaly.

"I know some that'll make your cheeks plump and round," said Polly.

Little squeals of doubt greeted the announcement.

"I don't believe they'd make my face round," laughed Miss
Leatherland.

"Yes, they would! Wouldn't they, Miss Nita?"

"I can't swear to it, as Polly does; but this I do know--it plumps
and pinks them for a little while. Polly says her aunt told her
that after enough practice the plumpness would stay."

"Oh, what is it?" queried Miss Mullaly eagerly.

"I'll try it on Miss Leatherland if she'll let me," offered Polly.
"It will be more of a test on her, because she is thinnest."

"Certainly you may, but I can't quite believe it will do what you
say it will."

"Just you wait'" chuckled Polly. "First you must smile, a big, big
smile! Not quite hard enough!--Yes, that's better! Now, while I
press my hands against your cheeks and massage them this way, you
must open and shut your mouth--no, wider than that!--a little
wider--just as wide as you can! Keep on smiling all the time!

"There! now I'll let you look in the glass--see how your cheeks
have plumped out! Oh, but you lock pretty!"

"Doesn't she!" Miss Crilly jumped up, the better to see. "Look!
everybody! My, how pretty!"

"'Pretty!'" scorned Miss Leatherland. Yet the pink rose higher.

"Polly! is this the right way?" Miss Mullaly was doing her best,
but not well enough to satisfy the instructor.

"The middle of your hand must come up high on your cheek,"