"Why-er-I-suppose I-I could. Will you kindly direct me to the public tooth brush?" she turned to the clerk to ask. "Oh no, no, I mean the public telephone booth," she corrected, coloring a deep pink. "It's behind you," answered the clerk, trying not to laugh, and pointing to the booth which was exactly behind Miss Forsdyke. Still grasping her tooth brush she scuttled into the booth. Naturally, Electra had been an interested listener and Electra's mind did not grasp two ideas simultaneously as a rule. She had not yet made her wants known to the clerk, who stood deferentially waiting for her to do so. As the possibility seemed vague he asked politely. "What can I do for you, Miss?" and nearly disappeared beneath the show case when Electra answered. "Will you please give me a glass eye. No, no, I mean a glass eye _cup_." "That's no school, it's a blooming lunatic asylum," clerk No. 1 declared to clerk No. 2 as the last pair of shoeheels disappeared through the door, "an' the _old_ one's the looniest of them all." Nevertheless, some of those "lunatics" put up a good game of basket-ball the next afternoon. As the game progressed the school and the spectators were jubilant. At least one-half of the latter were, and none more so than two girls who had come with the rival team, as all the Leslie Manor girls believed, and, although strangers, certainly enthused more over the blue and yellow, the Leslie Manor colors, than over the green and red. "Look at those two stunning girls in the third row on the left side, Aileen. Do you know who they are?" asked Sally, during one of the intermissions. "Never laid eyes on them before," replied Aileen. Isn't the tall fair one beautiful though? I've never seen such eyes and skin in all my life. "She knows how to dress too, believe me," was Sally's admiring comment. "That's a stunning velveteen suit she has on, and her hat well, New York or Paris, sure." "The smaller one must be attractive too. But isn't it funny that she should wear her chiffon veil under her lace one instead of outside of it? I wish she'd raise them properly; I want to get a good look at her face. Somehow she reminds me of someone I've met before but I can't think of whom. We'll ask Beverly." But just then the whistle blew and the game was on again. When Leslie Manor won on a score of twenty to seven, the girl in the chiffon veil jumped to her feet, pitched her muff high into the air and yelled. Then evidently overwhelmed with mortification at her wild demonstration instantly dropped back upon her chair, aided in her descent thereto by a vigorous tug from her companion. At Beverly's grasping, "Oh!" Aileen and Sally started. Beverly had not noticed the two girls until that instant. "What's the matter?" asked Sally. "Nothing. Just a funny kink in my side. It's all over now."