“The Prince is light, so the Princess must be darkish.  We ought to choose the girl who will look best, as it is a picture.  I heard Miss Delano say so, when the ladies got up the tableaux, last winter, and every one wanted to be Cleopatra,” said Jill decidedly.

“You choose, and then if we can’t agree we will draw lots,” proposed Susy, who, being plain, knew there was little hope of her getting a chance in any other way.

So all stood in a row, and Jill, from her sofa, surveyed them critically, feeling that the one Jack would really prefer was not among the number.

“I choose that one, for Juliet wants to be Queen, Molly would make faces, and the others are too big or too light,” pronounced Jill, pointing to Merry, who looked pleased, while Mabel’s face darkened, and Susy gave a disdainful sniff.

“You’d better draw lots, and then there will be no fuss.  Ju and I are out of the fight, but you three can try, and let this settle the matter,” said Molly, handing Jill a long strip of paper.

All agreed to let it be so, and when the bits were ready drew in turn.  This time fate was evidently on Merry’s side, and no one grumbled when she showed the longest paper.

“Go and dress, then come back, and we’ll plan how we are to be placed before we call up the boys,” commanded Jill, who was manager, since she could be nothing else.

The girls retired to the bedroom and began to “rig up,” as they called it; but discontent still lurked among them, and showed itself in sharp words, envious looks, and disobliging acts.

“Am I to have the white silk and the feather?” asked Merry, delighted with the silvery shimmer of the one and the graceful droop of the other, though both were rather shabby.

“You can use your own dress.  I don’t see why you should have everything,” answered Susy, who was at the mirror, putting a wreath of scarlet flowers on her red head, bound to be gay since she could not be pretty.

“I think I’d better keep the plume, as I haven’t anything else that is nice, and I’m afraid Emma wouldn’t like me to lend it,” added Annette, who was disappointed that Mabel was not to be the Beauty.

“I don’t intend to act at all!” declared Mabel, beginning to braid up her hair with a jerk, out of humor with the whole affair.

“I think you are a set of cross, selfish girls to back out and keep your nice things just because you can’t all have the best part.  I’m ashamed of you!” scolded Molly, standing by Merry, who was sadly surveying her mother’s old purple silk, which looked like brown in the evening.

“I’m going to have Miss Delano’s red brocade for the Queen, and I shall ask her for the yellow-satin dress for Merry when I go to get mine, and tell her how mean you are,” said Juliet, frowning under her gilt-paper crown as she swept about in a red table-cloth for train till the brocade arrived.