When Mimi into Tumble Inn and did a fan dance using her tennis racquet for a fan, Chloe jerked something off the table and stuck it in her . Betsy and Sue stepped between Chloe and Mimi, making a screen.  
“Wouldn’t keep anything from me, would you, ?”
 
Mimi zipped her finger across her neck making a cutthroat gesture.
 
Chloe paled but Sue . Betsy told.
 
“We were having a private art exhibit.”
 
“But why can’t I see it?”
 
“You might not appreciate it as much as we.”
 
The elephant-child’s curiosity was on a rampage now. Mimi, and the other girls too, knew that there would be no peace until Mimi saw.
 
Hesitantly Chloe slipped the paper from its hiding place and handed it to Mimi.
 
A tense pause, then Mimi laughed. She doubled up and rolled over on the bed.
 
“You’ve got me exactly, Chloe. I didn’t know you were that good.”
 
On the paper was a of Mimi awkwardly out on the icy lake at Wildwood. Chloe had caught the humor amazingly well.
 
“Why did you hide it? That’s the first time I ever posed for an artist and I’m pleased.”
 
“We didn’t intend for you to see it.”
 
“What were you going to do with it?”
 
No one answered.
 
“What were you going to do with it?” Mimi shouted.
 
Still silence prevailed.
 
Knowing all the vulnerable points, Mimi made for roly-poly Sue and began to her.
 
“We—were—wrapping it—to—please, Mimi, please, I’ll tell—to mail to Honky.”
 
“You’re worse than traitors,” Mimi cried.
 
“Hold her, Sue,” Betsy called. Snatching up the picture, she and Chloe fled.
 
As soon as Mimi herself free, she hunted high and low and could not find them. They had succeeded in making a getaway. For thirty minutes Mimi stood guard in the post office. Then she gave up. She had something else to look for besides two silly girls. She had lost two of Dit’s good tennis balls practicing, and if she didn’t find them, it would take the rest of her week’s allowance to buy new ones. Forty-five cents apiece. Two times forty-five was ninety cents! Mimi ran toward the tennis courts.
 
She had lost the first one on a hard serve. That was all right, but losing the second had been unnecessary. Taking Jill’s advice she had sent the second ball after the first. That meant she had stood in the same place and served the second ball as nearly like the first as possible. It had gone wild, too, and disappeared before her very eyes. She’d be glad when her serve was under control, when she could serve both balls hard the way Dit did. The way Mimi served now, she batted the first one as hard as she could, but in case it did not go in the proper court, which was more than half the time, she eased up on the second. She could drop an easy serve anywhere in the court she pleased.
 
Her game was improving. She was hopeful of getting at least to quarter-finals in the tournament unless she drew a crack player for her first sets. There were not enough Preps interested in tennis for them to have a separate tournament. Those desiring to enter must take their chances against the college girls, too. Mimi turned over her chances in her mind as she went around behind the backstops and in the leaves for the balls. She could not find them. Goodbye ninety cents. She gave up and hurried in for her shower bath.
 
On the way, she her head in the office and asked the girl on duty to order two Wright and Ditson balls from Sweirs.
 
“Come in, Mimi. We’ve been wanting to see you. The girls have been talking so much about those grand bean-hole beans you cooked and didn’t get to eat, that I want the recipe.”
 
“I’m glad you liked them.”
 
“Glad I liked them! The whole school has been about them. Don’t tell me you didn’t know? I’ve that if you will write down the recipe and the full instructions for digging the hole, etc., that I’ll mimeograph it and give the girls copies.”
 
“Keen!”
 
Mimi was delighted. Heedless of the fact that supper time was near, she plopped down in a swivel chair and demanded paper and pencil. No time like the present to get a job done.
 
After supper the girls went to Miss Bassett’s office and dr............