Wishing Well Dance

I'm all I sold your beauty hope and bluster cream shampoo for soft glamorous caressible hair bring you our Miss Brooke starring E. Varden most of us school dance isn't the most exciting event in the world but to our Miss Brooks who teaches English at Madison High the one planned for last Friday night was the most welcome diversion the more so since I was

expecting bashful mr. Boynton to peer out of his shell long enough to invite me to go with him. Anyway, last Friday morning Mrs. Davis, my landlady and I were discussing the dance at breakfast. Where did the funds come from for this dance, Connie?

We were raising the money by means of a wishing well in front of the school. It's an idea of Harriet Conklin's. Everybody's supposed to throw in a dime. You mean students and faculty members toss in dimes to pay for refreshments and things?

That's right, Mrs. Davis. I tossed my dime into the well yesterday. And what did you wish, Connie? I wished it was only a nickel. I had a very light lunch. If you want to know my real wish, though, you will have to keep it confidential.

I won't breathe it to a living soul. Word of honor? May I lose the top propeller on my beanie? Well, I wouldn't want you to get arrested for indecent exposure. I wished that Mr. Boynton would pay more attention to me and less to that frog of his, McDougall.

Why Connie? Don't tell me you're jealous of a frog. It gets any worse, we'll both be the same color. What a see the way he pampered that lumpy brute. He even took him to the movies last night.