"And that you don't appreciate May parties," added Mary.
"And haven't a proper feeling for hurdy-gurdies," finished Madeline.
"Ah, but you can't tell what deep philosophical problems we may have been working out answers for down in Paradise," said Miss Ferris, playfully.
Betty slipped a soft arm around Eleanor's waist. "I'd rather go for a walk with her than to any May party that was ever invented," she whispered. "Isn't she just splendid?"
"Yes," agreed Eleanor, solemnly, "so splendid that I guess I can't live up to her, Betty."
"Nonsense! That's the very reason why she is splendid—that she makes people live up to her, whether they can or not."
And then, feeling that she was treading on delicate ground, Betty hastily changed the subject.
"I wonder," she asked the green lizard that night, "I wonder if she could have been telling Miss Ferris about it, and if they were talking it over when we three big blunderers rushed up to them. Oh, dear!"
Then she added aloud to Helen, who was vigorously doing breathing exercises before her mirror, "I guess I'll go and see Mary Brooks. I feel like being amused."
Helen let her breath out with a convulsive gasp. "I saw her go out," she said. "She went right after supper."