ld revolved 'round your old play," exclaimed
Graham, not ill-humoredly. He had asked to be allowed to use the car to
take a "crowd of the fellows" out to see if any sap was running in the
woods and Mrs. Westley had explained that Isobel had to have her last
fitting, stop at the hair-dresser's to try on a wig, and then go on to
Alding's to match a pair of slippers.

"It does," laughed Isobel back, her eyes shining. She was very happy,
and when she was happy she was a gay, good-natured Isobel and a very
beautiful Isobel. All through the school year her spirit had smarted
under the prominence attained by her schoolmates in the various school
activities--Ginny Cox was conspicuous in everything and on the honor
roll, besides; Peggy Lee played hockey and basketball, Dorrie was in the
Glee Club, Pat Everett was a lieutenant in her scout troop, Cora Stanton
was editor of the school paper, Sheila Quinn was the class
president--even Gyp was a sub on the all-school basketball team, and
Jerry--since that day she had skied down Haskin's Hill _she_ had pushed
her way into everything (that was the way Isobel thought of it); she
played on the hockey team and had "subbed" on the sophomore basketball
team and it was certain she would be picked on the swimming team. Though
Isobel scorned all these activities because they were not "any fun,"
according to her creed, deep in her heart she had envied the girls who
could enjoy them. But now her vanity was soothed and satisfied; anyone
could play basketball or skate or swim, but no one could be the Hermia
that _she_ was going to be! Miss Gray had complimented her upon the
interpretation she gave the role and her eyes told her what she saw in
Madame Seelye's mirror.

And Dana King was playing Lysander--a fine Athenian lad he made. Isobel
could afford now to forget the grudge she had nursed against him ever
since the Christmas party. He looked so really grown-up that it pleased
her to be a little shy with him, as though she had just met him--to
forget that they had been schoolmates since kindergarten days. She read
admiration in his eyes. What would he think, she said to herself, with a
little flutter, when he saw the rose-pink costume?

"Isobel Westley, what _fun_ to have a rehearsal every afternoon," had
cried one of a group of girls which surrounded her.

"Does Lysander walk home with Hermia every day?" asked another, with a
meaning laugh.

"Tell us all about it," coaxed Amy Mathers. "It'