Louise sat up on the rostrum, appointing the students to their parts. She looked at Emma quizzingly, "About your part, Emma," she began.
"I know what I want to be. Let me be queen. I'd dearly love to put my hair up and wear a train."
"You! The queen!" the girls laughed in scorn. "You never would have dignity enough for that. What you should be is a Dutch doll that moves with a spring."
"I could do the queen part—," she began.
"Hush, hush. You are talking too loud. Some one is coming."
Footsteps were heard along the stair. The door opened and Renee put her head in.
"Are you there, Louise?" she asked. "Do you object to my taking your umbrella? My roommate has gone off leaving mine locked in the closet, and I've permission to go down town."
"Yes, yes, take it," cried Louise. Renee closed the door and disappeared.
"I'm suspicious of that umbrella," said Edna. "I think Renee was sent up here to see what we were about."
"No, I'd be suspicious of any one but Renee. She wished the umbrella. I am sure of that."