“To tell the truth, Janey, I have been petting it a bit. I have not been sick since I had the mumps, and it was adorable to have the girls holding my hands, and looking into my eyes. I really think it is a lot nicer to have a ‘busted’ ankle than two trustworthy pedals. Except, of course, when we have the Breslins to whitewash. Then, I like to take a shot at the fun.” “You are an incorrigible fraud, Judy, but I am glad to have you with us to-day. I may not look it, but I am very human, almost to the point of being stage struck before a crowd. Now, when I jump there in center I rather feel as if I am going up to the gallery, and I want to stay and watch the game, from a point of vantage. But, I’ll follow the ball and do my best,” with an appropriate sigh. “We are not worried about your nerves, Jane. You may have a set, but they are beautifully padded—as the health books require. Just look at that” (bending Jane’s arm up muscle tight). “Why, I believe you could take up boxing, and make a wonderful record at the biff, bang, biff. Think I would like that sport myself,” and without warning, Judith undertook a “biff, bang, biff” that sent things flying about the room. “Now sit down like a nice little girl and I will tell you the most delectable news,” coaxed Jane. “I have had an interview with the Weatherbee!” “Oh, lovely! Who’s going to be expelled?” “Not quite that bad. But rather serious, Judy, I won’t keep you on tenderhooks. Dolorez Vincez is a professional woman athlete! She taught at Blindwood!” “She did! She did!” and Judith fairly exhaled surprise. “The detestable thing! To come down on us like that, and try to bamboosle us out of the game! Oh, now I know why I suddenly developed a liking for boxing,” and out went the windmill arms again. “Be serious, Judith! Mrs. Weatherbee advised me to talk to you——” “Mrs. Weatherbee is a brilliant woman——” “All right, Judith,” with an injured air. “If I must talk through a wall of nonsense, I may as well desist.” “Oh, Janey, dear, I am all ears. I want to know every last word. How did the Weatherbee find her out?” Jane reviewed the case as she had received the information, and presently the athletic phase being disposed of, she reached the beauty parlor episode. Judith gasped, and all but gagged during the recital of this exciting news. Her exclamations apropos of the possibilities in hair changes knew no bounds, as the freshmen might say, and when it was finally brought out that Dolorez’ hair had undergone the operation of a change from black to yellow, and back again via peroxide R.R. Judith turned a well-balanced somersault, to prove there was absolutely nothing further the matter with her ankle.