"Do you play basket ball?" Eleanor was asking.
"No." Janet shook her head.
"Well, then I'll teach you. We play this year, and you simply must love it."
"Do you like to swim?" Rosamond demanded, and again Janet shook her head.
What must these girls think of her! Why, she couldn't do anything.
"Skate?" some one else asked.
"No, I don't." Janet looked imploringly at Phyllis, but for once she was looking at some one else. Only Sally noticed the look and she gave no sign—then—
"What can you do?" It was Muriel who spoke and in spite of the angry eyes that were turned toward her she managed to smile, but it wasn't a pretty smile.
For a minute Janet's face flamed to a deep red, then as suddenly her cheeks grew very white. There was a pathetic silence. She knew that it would end soon, but before it ended she must answer or Phyllis would be ashamed of her.
"I'm afraid I can't play any games," she said slowly; "you see, I never went with girls and I never went to school."