"Let the girl out of my room," said Ray, through the transmitter. "It isn't Miss Fairfield in there now, it's one of the Farrington maids. Let her go home." Patty took the receiver from Ray and hung it up, and then marched her to the dressing-room, and divested her of her long cloak. "Why, Ray Rose!" cried Elise, "if you haven't got Patty's dress on, yourself! What are you up to?" "Never mind, Elise," said Patty, "help us change, there isn't much time. Ray made a mistake." Without a word, Ray took off Patty's voluminous tulle skirts in which she was arrayed, and handed them over to their rightful owner. As fast as she received them, Patty put them on, and in ten minutes, was herself clothed in her rightful property. Meantime Ray had no costume to wear. "Where's your Pierrette rig?" asked Patty. "Over home," said Ray, disconsolately. "Go and telephone for them to send it over, if you want it," said Patty. "Put on your long cloak, and telephone." Ray looked at her dubiously for a moment, and then said, "No, I won't. I'll go home and stay home,--that's what I'll do!" "Go ahead," said Patty, blithely, who didn't feel she really owed the girl any further consideration. "And next time you try to get even with anybody, pick out some one who'll let you _stay_ even!" "You're a hummer!" said Ray, in unwilling admiration. "How did you do it?" "I'll tell you some other time," and Patty laughed in spite of herself at the admiration on Ray's countenance. "If you're going to get your costume over here and get into it, you want to hustle." "Time enough," returned Ray, carelessly. "My stunt is the sixth on the program, so there's lots of time." This was true, so Patty turned all her attention to reddening her pink cheeks, while the other girls gathered around in desperate curiosity. "What does it all mean?" asked Ethel Merritt. "Do tell us, Miss Fairfield. Why did Ray wear your dress?" "Ask her," said Patty, smiling. "It was a whim of hers, I guess. It made me a little bother, but all's well that ends well." "You are the good-naturedest old goose!" cried Elise, who had an inkling of what was inexplicable to the others. "Might as well," said Patty, serenely. "She's a hummer, Ray Rose is. She sure is a hummer!" And then Patty pronounced herself finished and turned from the mirror for inspection. "Lovely!" approved Elise, "if you admire strongly-marked features!" Patty's cheeks and lips were very red, her eyebrows greatly darkened, and her face thickly coated with powdered chalk. "It's awful, I know," she agreed, "but in the strong lights of the stage and the footlights too, you have to pile it on like that." "Of course you do," said Ethel. "Mine looks the same." Laughingly gaily, the girls went to take their places on the stage. Bob Riggs, the ringmaster, was there and assigned them their places.