“Then why not phone to her to ask if we may?” suggested Sally.
“Why-er-I-suppose I-I could. Will you kindly direct me to the public tooth brush?” she turned to the clerk to ask. “Oh no, no, I mean the public telephone booth,” she corrected, coloring a deep pink.
“It’s behind you,” answered the clerk, trying not to laugh, and pointing to the booth which was exactly behind Miss Forsdyke. Still grasping her tooth brush she scuttled into the booth.
Naturally, Electra had been an interested listener and Electra’s mind did not grasp two ideas simultaneously as a rule. She had not yet made her wants known to the clerk, who stood deferentially waiting for her to do so. As the possibility seemed vague he asked politely.
“What can I do for you, Miss?” and nearly disappeared beneath the show case when Electra answered.
“Will you please give me a glass eye. No, no, I mean a glass eye cup.”
“That’s no school, it’s a blooming lunatic asylum,” clerk No. 1 declared to clerk No. 2 as the last pair of shoeheels disappeared through the door, “an’ the old one’s the looniest of them all.”
Nevertheless, some of those “lunatics” put up a good game of basket-ball the next afternoon.
As the game progressed the school and the spectators were jubilant. At least one-half of the latter were, and none more so than two girls who had come with the rival team, as all the Leslie Manor girls believed, and, although strangers, certainly enthused more over the blue and yellow, the Leslie Manor colors, than over the green and red.
“Look at those two stunning girls in the third row on the left side, Aileen. Do you know who they are?” asked Sally, during one of the intermissions.