"Oh, Blue Bonnet, you know I loathe it! Get Patty--she's so expert it makes it worth while to play. I'm no match for you." Blue Bonnet glanced at Annabel's tiny hands and feet, and laughed. "You weren't made for athletics, Annabel. You're put up wrong--architecturally." "Praise be!" At the foot of the stairs the girls separated. Blue Bonnet was off for her game of tennis and Annabel for a walk in the Park. "See you later," Blue Bonnet called. "If you love me awfully you might make me a cup of tea when I get in. I'll be ravenous! Take a look in my shirtwaist box. I think you'll find some crackers and ginger snaps in the right-hand corner. Good-by!" Annabel promised, and an hour later when Blue Bonnet returned, flushed and radiant after a stiff game with Patty, she found the kettle boiling and a general air of domesticity reigning in her friend's comfortable quarters. Annabel nodded from the depths of a chair and went on with instructions to Ruth, who was changing pictures on the wall. "Cleaning?" Blue Bonnet asked, throwing down her racket and dropping in a heap on the couch. "Whew! I gave Patty a run to-day. What's the matter with the Princess Louise?" "Ruth had her between that Madonna and the Princeton chap and it got on my nerves," Annabel complained. "The frames screamed at each other, anyway. I can't stand gold and ebony and oak in a medley. A little lower, Ruth. You know it must be on a level with your eyes. That's better! She'll be happier there and so shall I. I'm terribly fussy. I feel about pictures as I do about books. They have a right to an environment. I couldn't any more stand Shakespeare up beside a best seller than I could fly. How did your game come out?" Blue Bonnet's eyes danced. "I beat Patty all hollow--six love!" "Six love! Really? Why, that's splendid! Keep on and you'll make a record." "I expect to." Blue Bonnet drank her tea hastily and began making apologies. "Sorry to have to run," she said, gathering up her belongings, "but I've an important engagement." "Junior spread committee, I suppose," Annabel ventured, but Blue Bonnet was already out of the door and on her way to Wee Watts' room. Wee was cross. Blue Bonnet scented trouble in the atmosphere instantly. "We've waited this meeting for you twenty minutes, Blue Bonnet, and it's very important. We've decided on a play and you have the leading part." "I--a leading part? How ridiculous! I never acted in my life." "Then it's time you began. You don't know what you've missed. You play Oonah, an Irish girl who comes under the spell of the fairies. It's a perfectly sweet part--you'll love it! There are a lot of good parts, and we're wild to begin rehearsals. Isn't it a shame that Angela is a Senior? There's a wonderful part that she could do--a young poet called Aillel, who makes a great sacrifice." "Wouldn't Sue do?" "Oh, not at all! It takes a very stunning, tall person--" "Thanks awfully for the compliment!" came from Sue's quarter.