"And Ray Rose hasn't been asked this year," put in Elise. "She can't resent your taking what she never had."
"She will, though," declared Ethel. "She looks upon that part as hers, and she won't like Miss Fairfield's having it one bit. But that doesn't matter. What Bob says, goes; and that's all there is about that!"
They talked over the costumes and dances until every question was settled, and Ethel went away with Patty's promise to do what was requested of her.
"But I don't like it," Patty demurred, "on account of that Rose girl.
What is she like, Elise?"
"Oh, she's the jolliest thing in the world. She won't get mad at you,—she isn't that sort. But I know what she will do. She'll try to 'get even,' you know,—do something to pay you out for stealing her glory."
"What'll she do?"
"Oh, I don't know. Some practical joke, like as not. She's a sort of kid, although she's nineteen years old."
"All right, if she's that sort, I'm not afraid of her. I thought she was haughty and sarcastic."
"Oh, no, nothing like that. She's full of mischief and awfully good-natured. But she'll resent Bob's putting you in her place. Don't think of it, Patty. It's all a trifle. She'll have some other part, just as good."
"Very well, I'll turn me thinks toward me frock. What say to pale blue tulle, with silver lace by way of trimmin's?"