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"How do you begin this way?" Miss Mullaly sprang to her feet, threw out her chest, and worked her arms up and down. "Oh, no!" cried Polly. "That is not it at all! You take them lying down!" "Mercy!" cried Miss Lily. "I'd like that!" declared Mrs. Albright. "Good and easy!" Miss Crilly nodded. "Yes, they are every one to be practiced in bed, before you get up in the morning," resumed Polly.
"She dresses in all colors of the rainbow," laughed Miss Mullaly. "It's queer, how little taste some people But maybe she is a friend of yours!" "No, I never spoke to her. I have heard of her astonishing combinations, though." Polly came running back. "Isn't it lovely that Doodles has his violin! He says when we get tired and come to a nice place to rest, he will play to us. Aren't you tired?
The blue room met with a curious fate. One Christmas our beneficent friend, Colonel Mullaly, presented Alice and me with a beautiful and valuable lamp. It was a tall, shapely lamp, with an alabaster and Italian marble pedestal cunningly polished; a magnificent yellow silk shade served as the crowning glory to this superb creation.
"Miss Sterling?" mused Miss Mullaly, with a sweeping glance round the table. "I don't believe I've seen her." "Yes, you have. She was down to tea last night. She had on a light blue waist, and sat over at the end." "Oh, I remember now! She's little and sweet-looking. Somebody told me she had nervous prostration. Too bad! She is so young and pretty!"
"No danger of your not knowing what to say!" laughed Miss Major. "Some of the time we talked about Belgian hare," answered Miss Sterling demurely. "Belgian hare!" grinned Miss Crilly. "I bet you didn't talk five or six hours about Belgian hare!" Juanita Sterling chuckled gayly. "He asked what I had for dinner yesterday, and I told him'" "Honest?" gasped Miss Mullaly. "Yes," nodded the other.
"I wish there was an exercise to make thin folks fatter," observed Miss Mullaly. "I know some that'll make your cheeks plump and round," said Polly. Little squeals of doubt greeted the announcement. "I don't believe they'd make my face round," laughed Miss Leatherland. "Yes, they would! Wouldn't they, Miss Nita?"
Polly was too excited to heed Miss Sterling's warning pinch. "I never saw anything out of the way in her," attested Miss Mullaly. "She has always appeared to me like a very cultured woman." "She is a perfect lady," asserted Mrs. Winslow Teed. "Yes, she is!" agreed Miss Castlevaine. "I guess Miss Sniffen's the one that's losing her mind huh!" "Is she as bad as ever?" queried Mrs. Tenney anxiously.
In fact, these two fault-finders appeared to have been won over from their most unpleasant habits by the changes at the Home, which went to prove that Colonel Gresham was not wholly wrong. "The clouds are chiming in with the rest of the world," called Miss Mullaly from the sunshine-room, just as the sun was setting. "Come here, every one of you, and see this sky!"
"I heard you couldn't have any company except one afternoon a week," resumed Miss Mullaly, after the laughing had ceased, "not anybody at all." "Sure!" returned Miss Crilly. "Wednesday afternoon, from three to five, is the only time you can entertain your best feller." "Why, Polly Dudley was here Thursday morning!" "Now you've got me!" admitted Miss Crilly. "She's a privileged character.
"The very dandiest place!" cried the dancers as they stopped for breath. Miss Major, Miss Mullaly, and others came laughing into the open. Doodles played with zest, everybody was in merry mood, and the dance went gayly on. Polly suddenly ran into the grove for her beloved Miss Nita. "You must! You must!" she declared, as Miss Sterling doubtfully shook her head.
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