Brittany and Jeanette spent a comfortable night with their sister and watched with interest her interaction with Theodore. She seemed completely oblivious to his feelings for her. The two elder sisters discussed this later as they shared the spare room and planned how they might help the young chipmunk. However it would have to wait until after they'd absolved Brittany's contract with Harry.

First thing in the morning Jeanette took Brittany to meet Mr Seville. They'd removed their disguises but Brittany had insisted on bringing everything for their costumes with them in case Mr Seville didn't want to sign her and they had to hide from Harry again. Jeanette suspected Brittany enjoyed her 'princess' disguise.

"Hello? Mr Seville?" Jeanette stepped into his house and glanced round. Behind her Theodore and Brittany looked round curiously.

"Not bad," Brittany commented. "Quietly refined."

"I wonder where he's got to?" Jeanette frowned. "He doesn't usually go to the studio until the afternoon."

"Maybe he's upstairs? Or in the garden?" Theodore suggested.

"Come on," Brittany decided. "Let's check he's definitely out." She set off into the living area while Theodore wandered up the stairs. Jeanette headed into the kitchen.

She glanced around. Everything was neat and tidy. Her eye fell on a piece of paper left lying on the side. A note!

She hurried over to read what it said.

"Some people like the dark brunette,
While others fancy yellow;
Give me my auburn-haired Jeanette,
With eyes that melt a fellow;"

She was still staring at it when Brittany came in with another piece of paper.

"Look what I found," she sang. Jeannette looked up. "Ooh! You found one too?" Brittany snatched the paper from her sister. Seconds later Theodore came bursting in.

"You'll never guess what I found!"

"A poem to Jeannette?"

"Not quite." Theodore held up a notebook. "Several poems to Jeanette." As Brittany grabbed these too, Jeannette found her voice.

"I don't understand. Who…"

"It's in Simon's hand writing," Theodore supplied.

"Simon? No," Jeanette shook her head. "That isn't possible." Brittany rolled her eyes.

"Of course it is!"

"I know you're being kind Brittany, but it's much more likely this is someone's idea of a practical joke."

"Who would be mean enough to pull such a cruel joke?"

"Um," Theodore hesitated. "It's the type of thing Alvin might have done. He's not bad really but… sometimes he just doesn't think."

"You see? Unless I hear it from Simon himself, I won't believe these poems."

"Whatever," Brittany gave in. "Since Mr Seville's not here why don't we go and help Theodore with Eleanor." She grinned mischievously.

*

At Eleanor's place, she was busy preparing dinner for later. It had been a great surprise to her to have her sisters turn up last night with Theodore. Particularly as she hadn't even recognised them. Luckily she always had a full larder so the extra catering hadn't been a problem. Bedding had been more of an issue and she'd had to throw some blankets and sheets on the sofa to accommodate everyone. She felt much more prepared today. She'd had time to re-arrange things so they should all be more comfortable. And the weather looked good enough that her washing should be dry by the evening too. All in all she felt perfectly in control.

As she stood at the sink washing up she looked out to see Theodore walking past. She was about to open the window and call when she realised he was walking with somebody. Somebody female and extremely pretty. The girl was slim and pale with glossy black hair and a dress that (though highly impractical) was achingly beautiful. Eleanor glanced down at her own clothes. She had thought she looked quite nice but now all she could see was stained work clothes and an apron. An apron! She glanced up again to see the pair disappear round a corner.

Putting down her washing she pulled off the old coverall and headed upstairs to her room. She pulled open her wardrobe and began rifling through the dresses. Everything seemed so plain and worn. She had nothing new. A noise distracted her and she heard someone come in followed by the bathroom door slamming. Doubtless Brittany. Eleanor continued her rummaging while Brittany took a shower, or whatever it was she did in there. Eleanor was still throwing clothes on her bed when Brittany appeared in the room, her hair wrapped up in a towel.

"Hi Eleanor." She flopped onto the bed.

"Hi Brittany." Eleanor continued checking through her things.

"I just saw Theodore," Brittany said distractedly examining her nails. Eleanor looked up.

"Oh yes? Was he… with anyone?"

"Hhhm? Oh yes! He was with that very pretty girl from the city. Angel."

"Angel," Eleanor echoed dully.

"Yeah. She's a real beauty. I think he was showing her round the town."

"Oh," Eleanor glanced back at her wardrobe then over to her sister. "Hey, Brittany? Could I borrow one of your dresses for tonight? I was making a special dinner to welcome you guys so I may as well dress up right?"

"Absolutely! Though… I don't know if my dresses will… fit."

"I can alter them," Eleanor said determinedly as she pulled Brittany up.

*

Page had gone for a stroll on her own while Theodore and Angel played their deception on Eleanor. She hoped it worked. It would be nice if at least one of the sisters could get a boyfriend.

She looked miserably at her reflection in a shop window. It was depressing how easily Brittany could turn her into a boy. Looking round for something to cheer her up she saw a bookshop.

Heading inside she felt the tension melt away as the smell of new books drifted over her. Idly she headed for the poetry section but turning the corner she came face to face with Simon.

"Oh! Hello," she stuttered.

"Hello." He glanced at her and she remembered she was dressed as Page now.

"I'm Page," she blurted. If he noticed her awkwardness he didn't show it.

"Simon." He held out his hand and she cautiously took it. He felt incredibly warm to her touch and she concentrated on making sure she let go. He'd turned back to the books.

"Are you interested in poetry?" she asked.

"It'd be more accurate to say I was interested in a girl."

"Really?" She watched as Simon distractedly nodded.

"Only thing is… I can't seem to speak to her."

"Maybe you don't really love her…"

"Oh, I do!" He turned to her and she saw a sudden light in his eyes. "She's like a radiant vision that blinds my eyes. Her voice is a heavenly choir that dulls any other sound." Page turned away.

"She must be very pretty."

"She's perfect… in every way. She has an inner beauty that shines through making her glow like an angel."

"Angel," Page echoed.

"What's that?"

"I think I know her. She's called Angel right?" Simon shook his head.

"No. She may be an angel but her name is Jeanette." He was staring into a memory and didn't see Page's jaw drop. She pulled herself together.

"Perhaps I can help you," she murmured.

"Really?" She nodded and prayed her make-up concealed her blush.

"If you meet me just outside here tomorrow… I think I can promise you'll find the right words to say to Jeanette."

*

That night at dinner, Jeanette could barely concentrate on anything. Tomorrow she'd reveal all to Simon. How she knew he loved her… he loved her! How she loved him. As her mind imagined all these pleasant scenarios she forgot what she was doing and dropped her fork.

"Oh! Sorry."

"Don't worry," Brittany answered. "They didn't notice." She gestured over to where Theodore and Eleanor were sitting close together.

"Oh!" Jeanette sighed. "Looks like Angel played her role well," she whispered.

"Yep. Nothing like jealousy to inspire romance." The sisters watched as Theodore gingerly put his hand on Eleanor's. The youngest chippette smiled softly.

"One down," Brittany commented before turning to Jeanette. "One to go."