"We can do nothing about it except show our displeasure in some proper manner," said Portia, in her most dignified tone. "I should like to cut them all dead for a year to come; and I'm not sure that I won't " cried Pauline, fiercely. "We ought to make it impossible for such a thing to happen again, and I think we might," added Priscilla, so decidedly that the others looked at her in surprise. The three friends sat by the fire "talking things over," as girls love to do. Pretty creatures, all of them, as they nestled together on the lounge in dressing-gowns and slippers, with unbound hair, eyes still bright with excitement, and tongues that still wagged briskly.