Then, remembering her hostess, she turned to Jean, who still sat on the window-seat, her face flushed and her eyes dark with excitement, the blood-red mandarin's coat with its embroidery of blue and mauve and gold vivid against the dark curtains, and said, "Jean, this is Biddy!" Jean stood up and held out a shy hand.
"And this is Jock--and Mhor!" "Having a great game, aren't you ?" said the newcomer.
"Not a game," Mhor corrected him, "a play, _Midsummer Night's Dream_." "No, are you?
I once played in it at the O.U.D.S.

I wanted to be Bully Bottom, but I wasn't much good, so they made me Snug the joiner.

I remember the man who played Puck was a wonder, about as light on his feet and as swift as the real Puck.

A jolly play." "Biddy," said his sister, "why didn't you wire to me?
I have taken no rooms." "Oh, that's all right--a porter at the station, a most awfully nice chap, put me into a sort of fly and sent me to one of the hotels--a jolly good little inn it is--and they can put me up.

Then I asked for Hillview, mentioning the witching name of Miss Bella Bathgate, and they sent a boy with me to find the place.