In a moment she came back with a fresh piece of paper. "Why don't you try drawing one of the girls in the class?" Madame suggested, and her voice was natural again. "Erna, you've finished, haven't you? Will you sit still and let Flip sketch you?" "Yes, Madame. How do you want me to sit, Pi--Philippa--uh--Flip?" Madame Perceval smiled as Erna stumbled over Flip's name, and Flip said, "Oh, the way you are now looking over the back of your chair is fine, if you're comfortable." She took up the charcoal and sketched quickly and then she laughed because the girl on her paper was so out of proportion and funny-looking and at the same time she _was_ Erna. In trying to get a likeness Flip had over-accentuated and the braces on Erna's teeth were ridiculous and her chin jutted out and the barette pulled the hair back far too tightly from the forehead. "What are you laughing at?" Erna demanded. Flip looked at her drawing and thought,--oh, dear, now Erna will be mad. But Madame Perceval had come over and was laughing, too, and showing the paper with Erna on it to the class, and everybody was laughing. "I think you have a flair for caricature, Flip," Madame said. And Jackie bounced up and down on her chair, crying, "Draw me, Flip, draw me!" "Hold still, then, Jackie," Madame said, handing Flip another sheet of paper. Flip's hand holding the charcoal made Jackie's curly hair fly wildly about the paper; the enormous, long lashed black eyes took up half the page, and the mouth was a tiny bud above the pointed little chin. Erna had been watching and as Flip laid down the charcoal for a moment she grabbed the paper and held it up, shouting, "Look at Jackie! She looks just like a cat!" "Draw me! Draw me!" All the girls were shouting at Flip until Madame Perceval stopped them, saying, "Not now, girls. The bell just rang. You can get Flip to draw you any time. I know she'd like to, wouldn't you, Flip?" "Oh, yes, Madame!" So they besieged Flip in the Common Room with requests for caricatures to send home, and Flip went to her locker, her face bright with happiness, to get her sketch book and pencils. "Don't make my nose _too_ big!" "Should I take my glasses off, Flip?" "Oh, Pill, don't put in my freckles!" 'Flip' and 'Pill' came indiscriminately, and somehow quite suddenly and surprisingly Flip knew that she no longer minded the 'Pill' because it sounded friendly; it was being said to her, not at her. --I'm liking school, she thought.--I'm liking it. Now it will sound better when I tell Paul I like it. Only Esmée Bodet was discontented with her picture. "I don't look like that!" she said, and tore the page across, tossing the pieces in the waste paper basket. "She looks exactly like that," Erna said in Flip's ear. "Come on up on the billiard table and let's play jacks." The entire school had a jacks craze on. Even the seniors were playing though Esmée turned up her nose and said it was a child's game, and continued to play very bad bridge.