going to do about it?"

"Nothing," said Anita Flagg. "The reporters have been making
me ridiculous for the last three years; now I have got back
at one of them! "And," she added, "that's all there is to
that!"

That night, however, when the house party was making toward
bed, Sister Anne stopped by the stairs and said to Lord
Deptford: "I want to hear you call me Sister."

"Call you what?" exclaimed the young man. "I will tell you,"
he whispered, "what I'd like to call you!"

"You will not!" interrupted Anita. "Do as I tell you and say
Sister once. Say it as though you meant it."

"But I don't mean it," protested his lordship. "I've said
already what I. . . ."

"Never mind what you've said already," commanded Miss Flagg.
"I've heard that from a lot of people. Say Sister just once."

His lordship frowned in embarrassment.

"Sister!" he exclaimed. It sounded like the pop of a cork.

Anita Flagg laughed unkindly and her beautiful shoulders
shivered as though she were cold.