Erna had forgotten that they weren't supposed to have books or drawing materials in the dormitory at night, but Martha and Kaatje kindly ignored this and looked at the slips of paper Erna held out. They both laughed. "Why, you're a genius, Philippa," Kaatje cried. And Martha said, "We came down to see if you'd do us." "Oh, I'd love to," Flip said. "Right now?" "How long does it take you?" "About a second," Erna told them. "Here's a chair, Martha, and one for you, Kaatje. Run get your sketch book, Flip." Flip got her pad and a couple of sharp pencils out of her locker. "Just stay the way you are, please," she said to Martha. "That's fine." It wasn't quite as easy to draw Martha as it had been the girls she saw constantly in the Common Room and the class room, or as easy as the faculty, whose caricatures, sketched hurriedly at the end of study halls had thrown the girls into fits of laughter; but she managed to get a passable exaggeration of Martha's almost Hollywood beauty onto the paper, and the Head Girl was very pleased. While Flip was drawing Kaatje, Martha said, "My mother writes me you're going to be spending the holidays in Nice with Mrs. Jackman, Philippa. We're going to be there for a week, so maybe we'll see you." Flip shook her head, glancing up briefly from her sketch of Kaatje. "I'm not going to be with Mrs. Jackman. I'm staying up the mountain with Paul Laurens." "Percy's nephew?" Martha asked in surprise. "How did you get to know him?" "She has tea with him every Sunday afternoon." Erna, who had evidently appointed herself as Flip's spokesman told the seniors. "She's just come back from there now, haven't you, Flip?" Flip nodded, tore off her page, and gave it to Kaatje. "Thanks simply ages, Philippa," Kaatje said. "You'll probably be besieged by every girl in school." "I don't mind," Flip said. "It's what I love to do. If those aren't right or if you want any more I'd love to try again." "We may take you up on that." Martha smiled at her. "Sorry you aren't going to be in Nice for the holidays." "Flip, you're made," Erna said when the older girls had left. "If Martha and Kaatje like your pictures there won't be a girl in school who won't want one. I bet you'll get artist's cramp or something." "It's all right with me." Flip grinned happily. "And it's wonderful about the holidays. When did that happen?" "This afternoon. And Madame's going to be there, too." "Percy?" Erna looked dubious. "I'm not sure I'd like that. She's so strict." "She's not a bit strict when you're not at school. She's--oh, she's so much fun and she doesn't act a bit like a teacher. And Paul says she'll take us on all kinds of trips on the holidays, to Gstaad, and we'll come down from Caux on a bobsled, and we'll go to Montreux and places to the movies and all sorts of things." "It's too bad you can't ski," Erna said; and Flip turned away to hide a grin. 8