"Oh, not at all! It takes a very stunning, tall person—"
"Thanks awfully for the compliment!" came from Sue's quarter.
"Sue! You know I didn't mean anything. It takes a rather masculine person. I think Helen Renwick, perhaps—"
"Much obliged, Wee. I adore that type, you know." This from Helen, who prided herself on her femininity.
Wee threw down the book impatiently.
"You'd better choose another class president," she said. "I'm ready to resign. If any of you think my job's fun, you're welcome to try it!"
Blue Bonnet strove to heal the breach.
"Nobody's angry, Wee—stop it! There couldn't any one take your place. You're doing the best you can for all of us—we know that. Sue and Helen were only joking."
"Sue hasn't anything to grumble about," Wee insisted. "She has a perfectly dear comedy part: a deaf old lady who's always hearing things wrong. I think it's great."
Sue from her corner grinned, and whispered something to Helen; but she wafted a kiss in Wee's direction and Wee brightened.