Elsa gave a little neighing laugh. "Classisch head, classisch Knote." "That is true what you say, Clarah." The table paused. "Dîtes-moi--qu'est-ce-que ce terrible classique notte? Dîtes!" No one seemed prepared to answer Mademoiselle's challenge. Miriam's mind groped ... classic--Greece and Rome--Greek knot.... Grecian key ... a Grecian key pattern on the dresses for the sixth form tableau--reading Ruskin ... the strip of glass all along the window space on the floor in the large room--edged with mosses and grass--the mirror of Venus.... "Eh bien? Eh bien!" ... Only the eldest pretty girls ... all on their hands and knees looking into the mirror.... "Classische Form--Griechisch," explained Clara. "Like a statue, Mademoiselle." "Comment! Une statue! Je dois arranger mes cheveux comme une statue? Oh, ciel!" mocked Mademoiselle, collapsing into tinkles of her sprite laughter.... "Oh-là-là! Et quelle statue par exemple?" she trilled, with ironic eyebrows, "la statue de votre Kaisère Wilhelm der Grosse peut-être?" The Martins' guffaws led the laughter. "Mademoisellekin with her hair done like the Kaiser Wilhelm," pealed Jimmie. Only Clara remained grave in wrath. "Einfach," she quoted bitterly, "Simple--says Lily, so simple!" "Simple--simpler--simplicissimusko!" "I make no change, not at all," smiled Minna from behind her nose. "For this Ulrica it is quite something other.... She has yes truly so charming a little head." She spoke quietly and unenviously. "I too, indeed. Lily may go and play the flute." "Brave girls," said Gertrude, getting up. "Come on, Kinder, clearing time. You'll excuse us, Miss Henderson? There's your pudding in the lift. Do you mind having your coffee _mit_?" The girls began to clear up. "_Leely, Leely_, Leely Pfaff," muttered Clara as she helped, "so einfach und niedlich," she mimicked, "ach _was_! Schwärmerei--das find' ich abscheulich! I find it disgusting!"