"
"I don't know the Elliot-Smiths," said Nancy in a cold voice. She
turned away; she felt displeased and annoyed.
Rose glanced after her. Then she ran up to Maggie Oliphant, who was
preparing to leave the little theater.
"Don't you want to see the auction?" she said in a gay voice. "It's
going to be the best fun we have had for many a long day."
Maggie turned and looked at her.
"The auction? What auction do you mean?" she asked.
"Why, Polly Singleton's, of course. You've not heard of it? It's the
event of the term!"
Maggie laughed.
"You must be talking nonsense, Rose," she said. "An auction at St.
Benet's! A real auction? Impossible!"
"No, it's not impossible. It's true. Polly owes for a lot of things,
and she's going to pay for them in that way. Did you not get a notice?
Polly declared she would send one without fail to every girl in the
college."
"Now I remember," said Miss Oliphant, laughing. "I got an
extraordinary type-written production. I regarded it as a hoax and
consigned it to the wastepaper basket."
"But it wasn't a hoax; it was true. Come away, Miss Oliphant, do.
Polly has got some lovely things."
"I don't think I even know who Polly is," said Maggie. "She surely is
not an inmate of Heath Hall?"
"No, no-- of Katharine Hall.
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