"Yes, I should think the mice played a little last night," laughed Mattie.
"So they did; but then the cat was round. Come, I've played enough for these girls. I mean to ask Miss Christine to let me do her hair. You come with me, and I'll give you some of the good things the mice didn't play with."
"O Marion!" wailed half-a-dozen girls; "aren't you going to play any more?"
"No, I can't. I've most banged my fingers off; ask Fannie."
"But she doesn't play half as well as you do."
"Much obliged for your flattery; but it's all wasted this time," answered Marion, as she and Mattie left the room to hunt up Miss Christine.
"Sallie, do you know where Miss Christine is?" asked Marion, as they met Sarah Brown on the stairs.
"Yes, she's just gone to her room. Do you know she's going to a party!"
"1 know it; isn't it splendid? I'm going up to ask her to let me do her hair."
"I don't believe she'll let you."