{{betlep007.png}} each other. The boys were getting their music in order, putting it upon the standards in front of them, or just sitting down to try out their instruments. Betty, the assured junior now, knew personally many of the band members, and the names of most of the others. As she waited, not seeing the person she sought, the door behind her flew open to admit a hurrying boy, Chet Dorrance, a senior now and still a good friend of Betty's. He stopped in his mad haste to speak to her. "'Lo, Betty, how's this? Going to lead the band this morning?" "Of course," laughingly replied Betty. "I'm glad you came along, Chet. The principal wants to see the band leader and sent me to tell him -- not the drum-major, you know, but Mr. -- What's-his-name." Betty lifted her pretty chin a moment. "You see I'm all fussed, Chet, over such an errand." "Yes -- you -- are!" "Well, I do hate to go up there to find him, though I thought I might get him from the wings. But would you mind telling him for me, if he comes in pretty soon? It might be possible [[7]]