Jerry went eagerly after all they needed for their "game." She sat on the other side of Isobel's bed and spread the books out around her. First, they had to select from the colored catalogue suitable dresses and warm wraps for shipboard; then they had to fuss over sailing dates and cabin reservations. In the atlas Jerry traced from town to town their route of travel, reading slowly from Baedeker just what they must see in each town. She had a way of reading the guidebook, too, that made Isobel see the things. It was delightful to linger in Florence; Jerry had just suggested that they postpone going on to Venice for a few days, and Isobel had decided to send back to America for that pale blue dotted swiss, because it would blend so wonderfully with the Italian sky and the pastel colors of the old, old Florentine buildings, when they were interrupted by Gyp and Uncle Johnny. Gyp was a veritable whirlwind of fury, her eyes were blazing, her cheeks glowed red under her dusky skin, every tangled black hair on her head bristled. She confronted Jerry accusingly. "So _here's_ where you are!" Her words rang shrilly. "Here--fooling 'round with Isobel and you let the South High beat us by two points! You _know_ you were the only girl we had who could beat Nina Sharpe in the breast stroke. They put in Mary Reed and she was like a _rock_. And you swam thirty-eight strokes under water the other day. I saw you--I counted. And--and the South High girl only got up to _twenty_! _That's_ all you cared." Jerry turned, a little frightened. She had hated missing the swimming meet--contests were such new things in her life that they held a wonderful fascination for her--but she had not dreamed that, through her failure to appear, Lincoln might be beaten! She faced Gyp very humbly. "Isobel was alone----" Gyp turned on her sister. "You're the very selfishest girl that ever lived, Isobel Westley, and you're getting worse and worse. You never think of anyone in this whole world but yourself! You never would have hurt your knee so badly only you wanted to save your precious old dress, and you wouldn't give in and let Peggy Lee take your part! Maybe you _are_ lonely and get tired lying here and everyone's sorry 'bout that, but that's not any reason for your keeping Jerry here when we needed her so badly--and she missed all the fun, too!" Isobel drew herself back into her pillows. She was no match for her indignant sister. And she was aghast at the enormity of her selfish thoughtlessness. "I didn't know--honestly, Gyp. I thought the match was on Thursday----" "It was. _This_ is Thursday," scornfully. "Oh, it's _Wednesday_. Isn't it Wednesday? Mrs. Hicks said cook was out and----" "As if the calendar ran by the cook! Cook's sister's niece's sister was married to-day and she changed her day out. If you'd think of someone else----" Jerry took command of the situation.