"How came you to meet Janet?" asked Laura Belding, remembering what her brother had first told her about the Red Cross girl. "She was coming my way, of course." "Coming your way?" Laura repeated, her eyebrows raised questioningly. "Oh! I see! You met her at the hospital." "You said a forkful," declared the slangy youth. "Dear me, Chet," Laura observed soberly. "I think your slang is becoming atrocious. So Janet was down there!" "She had been calling on our friend with the broken leg, too," said Chet. "She does seem interested in him, doesn't she?" Laura said thoughtfully. "I wonder why?" "Because her mother's half-brother went to Alaska years ago and they never heard of him again," said Chet. "She told me." "Oh!" "Nothing wonderful about that," the brother declared. "It is interesting." "To them, I suppose," said Chet "But why don't you ask Miss Steele to join you girls in the play you are getting up?" "I never thought of it," confessed Laura. "Your thought-works are out of kilter, Sis," declared Chet, laughing again. "I'd certainly play Miss Steele off against the menace of Hester Grimes." There was something besides mere sound in Chet Belding's advice, and his sister appreciated the fact. But she did not go bluntly to the other girls and suggest the Red Cross girl for the part of "the dark lady." She realized that, if the new girl could act, she would amply fill the part in the play. But Hester was supposed to have it now, and the very next day Mr. Mann gave that candidate an hour's training in the part Hester was supposed to fill. When they all came together for rehearsal again the second day, Hester Grimes was present and she showed the effect of Mr. Mann's personal help. Yet her work was so stiffly done, and she was so awkward, that it seemed to most of the girls that she was bound to hurt and hinder rather than help in the production. "She'd put a crimp in anything," declared Bobby Hargrew, as the Hill girls went home that afternoon. The streets in this residential section had been pretty well cleared of snow, and people had their automobiles out once more. "Say, Jess!" exclaimed Bobby. "Say it," urged Josephine Morse. "I promise not to bite you." "If Hester plays that part, what are they going to do with her hands and feet?" asked the unkind Bobby. "Oh, hush!" exclaimed Laura. "Well, when she's supposed to pick the rose and hold it up to the light, and kiss it, her hand is going to look like a full-grown lobster--and just as red." "Girls, we must not!" begged Laura. "Somebody will surely tell Hester what we say, and then--" "She'll refuse to play," said Jess. "Oh, fine, _fine_!" murmured one of the Lockwood twins. "If we get her mad it will do no good," Nellie Agnew said. "Maybe then she will insist on being 'the dark lady.'" The boys were on the corner of Nugent Street waiting for the girls to come along. "How goes the battle, Laura?" asked Lance Darby. "Have you learned your part yet?"