“For the Beauty contest,” returned Calista promptly.
“Then I must have won it. I see no one half as beautiful as myself here,” was Leila’s modest opinion. “But have you seen Vera? Midget is gone, unless you may be hiding her away in some small corner.”
“She went to town with Phil. Robin and I met them when we came from Baretti’s.” Marjorie continued with a brief account of Robin’s and her call at the inn.
“Once more she has dropped her gold into the sea,” was Leila’s thoroughly Irish comment. “It is the same old story, Beauty. She never wins.”
“Bean hopes to be Bean without beauty,” Jerry said briskly to Leila. “Can it be done?”
“I shall have to consult the stars.” Leila rolled her eyes mysteriously at Marjorie.
“Never mind me, Leila, won’t you please help me about the Beauty contest. You know why I am so determined to have it. Gussie feels the same as I do about Miss Monroe. So does Calista. I’ve two on my side.”
“Count me in, Bean. Never forget your friend.” Jerry sprang to Marjorie’s support.
“And me,” echoed Flossie Hart.
“I’m sorry, Beauty, but I can’t help you with the contest.” Leila pursed her lips and shook her black head. “Now, why should you bother your head about it?”