"Fraulein!"
"Yes—and she was real nice—as nice as she could be, you know. Mary sent me this by Mrs. Goodwin—look!"
Carita brought from beneath her pillow a large, handsome scrap book.
"Oh, a scrap book!"
"A memory book," Carita corrected. "You put everything in it, you know; things to remind you of the school after you have graduated or gone away. I hope I'll get it awfully full. Oh, Blue Bonnet, I know I'm going to be so happy here—in the school. Everybody has been so good to me."
A little mantle of shame spread over Blue Bonnet's face and dyed it a glowing red.
"And I'm doing penance for trying to thrust attention on Carita which she didn't need," she thought.
But the penance—indeed, the mistake itself—had brought its reward: Blue Bonnet had learned her first lesson in faith.
Friday came, and Blue Bonnet watched the girls as they started for the Symphony concert. How pretty they looked!
Annabel had peeked in Blue Bonnet's room at the last minute, ostensibly to say good-by, but purposely to borrow the white fox muff and a pair of gloves. Annabel was an inveterate borrower; not from any lack of clothes, but because she loved dress extravagantly.