"Very," replied Clover, laughing.

"I thought so. I can almost always tell without asking; still, it is
something to have it on the best authority. We'll be good neighbors,
won't we? Look here!" and she pulled one of the black-handled drawers
completely out and laid it on the bed. "Do you see? your drawers are
exactly behind ours. At any time in silent study hour, if I have
something I want to say, I'll rap and pop a note into your drawer,
and you can do the same to me. Isn't it fun?"

Clover said, "Yes;" but Katy, though she laughed, shook her head.

"Don't entice us into mischief," she said.

"Oh, gracious!" exclaimed Rose. "Now, are you going to be good,--
you two? If you are, just break the news at once, and have it over.
I can bear it." She fanned herself in such a comical way that no one
could help laughing. Mary Silver joined, but stopped pretty soon in
her sudden manner.

"There's Mary, now," went on Rose: "she's a Paragon. But, if any more
are coming into the entry, just give me fair notice, and I pack and
move up among the sinners in Attic Row. Somehow, you don't look like
Paragons either,--you especially," nodding to Clover. "Your eyes are
like violets; but so are Sylvia's--that's my sister,--and she's the
greatest witch in Massachusetts. Eyes are dreadfully deceitful things.
As for you,"--to Katy,--"you're so tall that I can't take you in all
at once; but the piece I see doesn't look dreadful a bit."

Rose was sitting in the window as she made these remarks; and, leaning