"I tell you what you must do, Miss Singleton," shouted another girl,
"you must get those inventories ready as soon as possible, and send
them around the college for every one to read, for you have got such
nice things that there will be sure to be a great rush at your
auction."
"Don't sell any of the college possessions by mistake, my dear," said
Lucy Marsh. "You would get into trouble then. Indeed, as it is, I
don't see how you are to keep out of it."
Polly pushed her hands impatiently through her bright red hair.
"Who's afraid?" she said, and laughed.
"When are we to see your things, Polly?" asked Miss Jones. "If the
auction is on Monday, there must be a show day, when we can all go
round and inspect. I know that's always done at auctions, for I've
been at several in the country. The show day is the best fun of all.
The farmers' wives come and pinch the feather-beds between their
thumbs and forefingers and hold the blankets up to the light to see if
the moths have got in."
"Hetty, how vulgar!" interposed Miss Day. "What has Polly's auction of
her recherche' things to do with blankets and feather-beds? Now the
cocoa is ready. Who will help me to carry the cups round?"
"I had some fun to-day?" said Rosalind, when each of the girls,
provided with their cups of cocoa, sat round and began to sip.
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