know, I told you all about it before." "Yes, Stella, you told
me," agreed Janice.

"Of course I did. And I want you to come. I couldn't really
have a party without you, Janice. But I am not so sure about
some of the girls."

"Oh, dear me!" murmured Janice. "If I was going to have a
regular party I'd invite all the girls in our class--or else none
at all."

"Now, that's just like you! You always are so quick. How did you
know I didn't want to invite her?" complained Stella, pouting.

"I didn't know. Whom do you mean to leave out?" Janice asked,
smiling.

"There! That's what my mother says! You are always so shrewd and
sly."

"Oh!" cried Janice not at all pleased, "does your mother think I
am sly?"

"We-ell, she said you were shrewd," admitted Stella, changing
color. "Now, don't get mad, Janice Day. I want you to help me."

"You go about it in a funny way," said Janice, rather piqued. "I
am not sly enough to be of any use to you, I guess."

"Now, don't be angry!" wailed the other girl. "What I mean is,