"That's it, exactly," Bessie replied.

"Better get a slate and write them on that," suggested Thaddeus,
with a broad grin. "Then we can rub out whatever Jane and Ellen
don't like."

"I hate you when you are sarcastic," said Bessie, with a pout, and
then she ran for her pad and pencil.

The evening was passed as she had suggested, and when they retired
that night the house of Perkins was provided with a constitution and
by-laws.

"I don't suppose I shall recognize my surroundings when I get back
home to-night," said Thaddeus, when he waked up in the morning.

"Why not?" asked Bessie. "What strange transformation is there to
be?"

"The discipline will be so strict," answered Thaddeus. "I presume
you will put those rules of ours into operation right away?"

"I have been thinking about that," said Bessie, after a moment.
"You see, Thad, there are a great many things about running a house
that neither you nor I are familiar with yet, and it seems to me
that maybe we'd better wait a little while before we impose these
rules on the girls; it would be awkward to have to make changes
afterwards, you know."

"There is something in that," said Thaddeus; "but, after all, not so