HOW TO GET A NEW SHELL
The Lockwood twins were members of the executive committee of the Girls'
Branch of Central High and that Saturday an important meeting was to be
held in one of the school offices. So Dora and Dorothy stole away after
supper, with only a word to Mrs. Betsey as to their goal. They did not
want any more words that night with their aunt, who had sat, like a
graven image (providing a graven image has a very hearty appetite) all
through the evening meal in an attitude of great offense.
The committee, whose actions had to be passed upon by Mrs. Case, the
physical instructor, and Franklin Sharp, principal of the school,
numbered among its members Laura Belding and her chum, Josephine Morse;
Nellie Agnew, Dr. Agnew's daughter; Hester Grimes and Lily Pendleton,
all sophomores and in the classes at Central High with the Lockwood
twins. Hester Grimes, who was the daughter of a wealthy wholesale
butcher, was not so well liked by the twins as some of the other
sophomores. Hester could be a very unpleasant person if she wished to
be--and on occasions in the past (as related in the previous volume of
this series) Hester had lived up to her unhappy reputation. Lily
Pendleton, however, usually backed Miss Grimes up in everything the
latter said or did.
Although Laura Belding was only finishing her sophomore year at Central
High, she had become so popular that she was chairman of this important
committee, in which, in fact, the policy of the Girls' Branch Athletics
was decided. The moment the old business had been disposed of and the
way was open for new matters, Laura burst out with:
"Oh, girls! I've got the most exciting thing to tell you!"
"Don't tell us of any other big robbery," sighed Nellie Agnew. "We've
heard nothing but robbery at our house ever since Stresch & Potter were
broken into. And poor Billy Long!"
"Humph!" muttered Hester Grimes. "I hope they catch him and that he gets
all that is coming to him. He always was a mean little brat!"
"Not at all!" cried one of the seniors. "Billy Long never did a mean
thing in his life. But he is full of mischief."
"He'll get it, I fancy if the police catch him," laughed Lily Pendleton,
unpleasantly.
"Order!" said Laura, gravely. "I did not introduce my subject in a very
proper way, I know; but the trouble of Billy Long is far from our
business to-night. As chairman of your committee I have received a
communication which originally came from the Luna Boat Club. That is the
wealthiest boat club on the lake, you know. They really have more to do
with our Big Day than any other organization. And what do you think?"
"Why don't you get to it?" demanded Hester. "You're as slow as cold
molasses running up a hill in January."
"Oh, give her a chance," admonished Jess, taking any criticism of her
chum--but her own--in ill part.
"Well," said Laura, unruffled, "the secretary of the Luna Boat Club
writes that the club as a whole is much interested in the trial of speed
between the eight-oared shells of the several Girls' Highs and as a
trophy for that particular race will present to the winner a silver
cup--and you can just bet, girls, if it is anything the Luna Club
presents, it will be a handsome one. Isn't that fine?"
"Oh, if we could only win it!" cried Jess, clasping her hands.
"You've got about as much chance of winning over Keyport as I have of
flying," said Hester Grimes.
"If goodness is necessary to your wearing wings, Hester, I am afraid you
really haven't much chance," said one of the seniors, sweetly, and there
was a little giggle of approval from the younger girls.
"It is a sure thing that we can't win with our old tub," agreed Laura,
nodding a thoughtful head.
"Pah!" snapped Hester. "You girls in that eight couldn't win anyway."
"I don't know why you say that, Hester," complained Nellie Agnew, who
pulled Number 15 in the eight-oared shell. "We do our very best."
"That's what I say," laughed the Grimes girl. "And your 'very best' is
about as slow as anything on the lake."
"Let me tell you that doesn't sound very loyal to the school, Miss,"
spoke up another senior.
"And who's to teach _me_ how to talk?" demanded Hester, tossing her
head. "I am not asking you, Miss."
"Order, please!" commanded Laura, firmly. "It is not a question of how
badly or how well the eight rows. Not just now. We have received a
notice of this prize. We must respond properly to the secretary of the
Luna Club."
This item was disposed of; but Laura had another thing connected with it
on her mind.
"It is quite true," she said, "that with the old shell we have been
rowing in, it will be perfectly impossible for our eight to win the
race. We are all agreed on that?"
"And all the sane ones are agreed that you couldn't win in _any_ boat,"
declared Hester, in her very meanest way.
"Now, I wish you wouldn't talk that way, Hessie," complained Nellie
Agnew.
"And it isn't so, either!" exclaimed Jess Morse.
"Give us a good shell and we'll show you," said Dorothy Lockwood.
"That is what we need," agreed her twin.
"Of course we can win under any decent circumstances," said Laura, "now
that we have Bobby Hargrew to be coxswain again."
Hester was silenced for the time. "Bobby," or Clara Hargrew, had been in
difficulties with the school authorities a few weeks before, and had
been debarred from all the after-hour athletics--and Hester Grimes had
been partly to blame for Bobby's trouble.
"The point of the whole matter is," said Celia Prime, one of the older
girls, who was on the point of graduating from Central High, "that the
eight need and must have a new shell. Our present boat is a disgrace."
"I object to our centering all our efforts upon that particular boat and
crew," snapped Hester.
"So do I," declared Lily, her chum.
"The canoes and the single and double oars have better chances to win
than the eight," pursued Hester. "We are centering on the eight because
the bulk of the present crew are members of this committee."
"That is not so, Hessie," declared Mary O'Rourke, another senior who
rowed in the eight.
"The whole school is interested," said a junior member of the executive
board. "The girls talk more about the eight than about anything else."
"And that talk is all very skilfully worked up by Laura, here, and her
friends," declared Hester. "Oh! some of us have eyes and ears, I hope."
"And a tongue that is hung in the middle and wags both ways!" whispered
Jess.
"We are wrangling without coming to any conclusion," said Laura,
sighing. "What shall we do about the shell? Can we get a new one----"
"Who'll buy it for us?" demanded Lily.
"That's just it," agreed Laura.
"Let's ask our folks to all chip in a quarter," said Jess.
"If the parents of every girl at school did that we'd scarcely be able
to buy a new shell," returned the chairman.
"I know that my father will never give a penny toward a new shell--not
while the crew remains as inefficient as it is at present," said Hester,
tossing her head.
"But if you were in Celia's place, at stroke," snapped Jess, who was
rather peppery in temper, "I suppose he would go right down into his
pocket and purchase a boat for us himself?"
"Perhaps he would, Miss Smartie!" returned the butcher's daughter.
"Any change in the crew is up to Mrs. Case and the girls of the
association--you know that, Hessie," Laura said, gravely. "We all got
our positions because the instructor thought we were the better
rowers----"
"Oh, bah!" ejaculated the angry Hester. "We all know how _you_ are
favored in everything, Miss! As for the new shell--I sha'n't do a thing
toward helping get one; make up your mind to that."
"That certainly is a terrible stroke of bad news, Hester," drawled one
of the older girls. "Now, you would better keep still and let some of
the rest of us talk a while. For a sophomore, you have a lot to say that
is inconsequential."
Some of the younger girls chuckled at this. But the occasion and the
dispute itself were too serious to engender much hilarity. The question
of the new shell was exhaustively discussed, and it was finally decided
that a subscription paper be drawn and presented to the parents and
friends of Central High, and a sufficient sum be raised immediately, if
possible, to pay for a new eight-oared shell.
At the break-up of the meeting Laura Belding spoke to several of the
girls, including the twins, of a little junket that had been planned for
Monday afternoon after school. Dora and Dorothy, Jess Morse, Nellie
Agnew, and several other sophomores were invited to come to school
prepared to ride directly from the school gate in automobiles into the
country beyond Robinson's Woods, to a farmer's, whose family some of the
girls already knew.
"Eve Sitz's father raises the most luscious berries, and they are right
at their height, Eve telephoned me to-day," said Laura. "She wants to
give us a real strawberry festival Monday evening--and there is a moon
for us to come home by. Chet and Lance and a lot of the boys will go
along, too. We're going to have Mr. Purcell's sight-seeing auto as well
as our own, and they will hold all of us comfortably."
"Goody!" cried Dora Lockwood. "You are always thinking up the most
perfectly scrumptious things to do, Laura!"
"'Most perfectly scrumptious,'" repeated Nellie, laughing. "If Gee Gee
heard you say that, Miss----Ahem!--was it Dora or Dorothy?"
The girls laughed, but the other twin shook her head seriously. "There
is no Dora at present. We are both Dorothy Lockwood," and when their
friends demanded an explanation, the story of Aunt Dora's determination
to take her namesake home with her to live came out in a torrent.
"I'm glad I'm not a twin," declared Jess Morse, laughing till her sides
ached. "They're lots of fun, these twins; but it's no fun to _be_ one of
them, after all!"
The Lockwood girls really were in a serious mood when they made their
way homeward. It was a tragedy, in their minds, to be separated; and
Dora and Dorothy vowed to each other, whatever befell, that Aunt Dora
should not discover which girl had been named in her honor.