“‘Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.’”
“Think what a start you have,” said Betty, her dimples beginning to play.
“I’ll think about it,” said Cathalina, “but it shan’t spoil my breakfast. Please pass me the cream, Betty. Mine has all disappeared somewhere, and I like to see a little on my oatmeal.”
After breakfast Cathalina, who had hoped to escape a prominent part, since she was not in the Dramatic Club, hunted up Mrs. Norris and finally consented to do her best with the part of Helena.
“There are some other girls, Cathalina, who are anxious to have such a part, but I do not feel that any one of them will do as well as you will. You have seen the play several times in New York and know how the different characters are represented and I don’t want this part overdone. Edith looked the part very well, but she says the lines in an absolutely uninteresting way, and I don’t know but it is just as well that she has the measles, poor child. By the way, all of you must keep away from the hospital. We can’t have an epidemic of measles starting here just before time to start home.”
“That would be a calamity,” assented the smiling Cathalina. “All right, Mrs. Norris, I’ll try it. Shall I come to the practices and read the lines I do not know?”
“Yes. Would you like to go over the lines, as you learn them, with me?”
“I imagine that I’d better. I will get the other girls to hear me, too.”
“It is work for Cathalina this week,” said that young lady, as she entered the suite after the conference with Patricia Norris.
“Good girl,” said Hilary, with approbation. “Cathalina has the right kind of class spirit. She is right there when there is anything to be done.”