Yet the very wish to do so made her nervous.

She glanced at her companions.

Bessie was looking stolidity itself, Marjorie's usually high color had reached peony point, Joyce was palpably in the throes of stage fright.

All were soon marching and countermarching, swinging Indian clubs, and performing the intricate maneuvers of Swedish drill.

Fortunately they had practiced well, and it went without a hitch.