“Well, they don’t happen to know about this one?” Janet replied. “I have kept mighty still about it. My hand goes behind my back when I see any of the faculty, so they won’t notice the adhesive plaster on my wrist.”
“Is it as bad a sprain as that?” Daphne inquired.
“Yes, it’s terrifically painful,” Janet replied. “I can’t see how I am going to manage,” she added in a much louder voice than was necessary to carry across the hall.
“Who was that?” Gladys exclaimed suddenly. She was dressing in the corridor as well as in her own room.
Janet went to her door, and stood smiling after a retreating figure that was hurrying softly down the stairs.
“Hush, Glad, don’t spoil my party,” she said laughing. “That was Ethel Rivers, over scouting for the Red Twins. I saw her reflection in my mirror, so I gave her what news I could.”
“But why tell her how sore your arm is? The Red Twins will gloat,” Prue protested.
“Wait and see,” Janet replied.
And the Red Twins did gloat. They even asked the Twins if they would like a handicap. Janet did the refusing in such a way, that it left them perfectly sure that she would have gladly taken it, had it been possible.
“What are you up to, Janet dear?” demanded Daphne, who had heard the conversation.