Unmindful of Fraulein's watchful eye, she leaned over and spoke to her seat-mate, Ethel Merrill.
"Would you do me a favor, Ethel?" she asked.
"Surely," Ethel replied.
Blue Bonnet explained—a bit indefinitely. It was a letter—a very important one—that must be mailed at noon.
Ethel promised to take it without fail.
Blue Bonnet got out some paper and began writing hastily.
"Dear Aunt Lucinda:—Will you please come up at once. Carita is sick. The doctor doesn't know yet what's the matter with her, he can't tell for forty-eight hours,—"
"Miss Ashe!"
Fraulein's stentorian tones rang out sharply.
Blue Bonnet looked up, startled.