"You might leave it for a day or two, if Miss Hicks can spare it," replied Miss Sherbourne. "There is still plenty of time before May the twelfth."
"What's the matter with Dorothy?" said Mavie Morris that morning at school. "She's so glum and cross, one can't get a civil word from her. When I mentioned the pageant, she nearly snapped my head off."
"Tantrums again, I suppose," said Ruth Harmon, shrugging her shoulders. "The best plan is to leave her alone till she comes out of them. You ought to know Dorothy Greenfield by this time."
"You shouldn't tease her," said Grace Russell.
"I didn't. I only asked her what her dress was to be like, and she told me to mind my own business. All those who are acting are just full of their costumes. They talk of nothing else."
"Is Dorothy's going to be a nice one?" asked Ruth.
"I don't know; she wouldn't tell me anything. Dorothy doesn't generally have handsome things, does she?"
"No; she's one of the plainest-dressed girls in the Form."
"But she'll surely come out in something decent for the Masque! She must, you know."
"Perhaps that's the rub—poor Dorothy!" murmured Grace Russell.