"Well, of course Diana was very beautiful," said Grace, complacently
regarding her own pretty reflection in the mirror. "But if you meant that,
Mollie, of course the description applies to only one of us."

"Goose," remarked Mollie. "Of course I wasn't thinking of Diana's beauty.
I was merely thinking of her in the role of a fair huntress."

"Goodness, now she is insulting us!" cried Betty, turning upon her friend
with a melodramatic frown. "Do you mean to imply that one or all of us are
huntresses?"

"Not of men," said Mollie scathingly. "That shows a guilty conscience,
Betty. I'm surprised at you."

"O-oh! Squelched!" said Betty meekly. "May I ask," she added very humbly,
"just what you did mean?"

"I simply meant," explained Mollie patiently, "that we were after two
men--"

"Oh!" cried Amy, turning upon her in horror. "And you just told Betty you
didn't mean that!"

"I didn't," cried the badgered Mollie in desperation, then turned away in
disgust. "There's no use trying to tell you anything," she said.

"Go ahead, Mollie dear," urged Betty.

"I meant," Mollie continued slightly, but only slightly, mollified, "that
we were hunting two men--Mrs. Sanderson's Willie and the motorcyclist who