you? It wouldn't do for any one to think that the
Seniors had favorite helpers," she said as she left them.

After she had gone, Jane and Phylis locked their door and talked in
whispers, while they worked.

Polly went down stairs, printed out the notice of the class meeting and
pinned it on the bulletin board. She had an uncomfortably guilty
feeling, tinged with pride and a certain amount of satisfaction when it
was up. For it took real courage for Polly to lie, even for Lois. Then
she went to Betty's room, helped her with the box and did several other
things.

It was time to dress for dinner before she returned to her room. She was
brushing her hair before the dresser when Lois burst in upon her.

"Polly!" she exclaimed. "Isn't this awful! I forgot about to-night and
all the things there were to do. I was painting in the studio--oh, a
duck of a picture, the corner of the house that you see from the window,
and I forgot all about the time. What, under the sun, will I do?"

Polly's chance had come, and she had no intention of letting it escape
her.

"Rather late to do anything, don't you think?" she asked indifferently,
still brushing her hair.

Lois was taken by surprise. "But, Poll, you've got to help me," she
begged, "think how furious the Dorothys will be."

"Can you blame them?" Polly held her brush in mid air. "As an organized
and governing class we are rather a joke, and the Dorothys don't like to
be laughed at," she finished, cuttingly.

This was too much for Lois. She had been working hard all afternoon over
her picture and she was tired. She threw herself down on her bed and
burst into tears.

"Polly," she sobbed, "don't act like that. I know I'm no good as a
president. I'll resign to-night, only--oh, dear--" The rest was muffled
in the pillow.

Polly made a start forward, stopped, made a last effort to be severe,
and gave in.

"Lois, dear, don't," she pleaded, kneeling beside the bed, "don't cry
any more, sit up and listen to me. Everything's all right." Lois dabbed
at her eyes. "We've had a class meeting, the box is ready, the slips are
fixed and the notice is up. We're supposed to have had a meeting, that
is, I put a sign up that there'd be one at two-fifteen, only--" Polly
hesitated. "I put it up at three o'clock. The Dorothys and Evelin and
Helen will think we had it without them."

"Polly!" Lois was beginning to understand. "You deliberately did that
to save me. You darling, I promise I'