replied the incorrigible Rose. "Never mind! Just wait! A bright
idea strikes me!"

"Oh! what?" cried the other three; but Rose only pursed up her mouth,
arched he eye-brows, and vanished into her own room, locking the door
behind her. Mary Silver, finding herself shut out, sat down meekly
in the hall till such time as it should please Rose to open the door.
This was not till the bath hour. As Katy and Clover went by, Rose
put her head out, and called that she would be down in a minute.

The bathing party consisted of eight girls, with Miss Jane for escort.
They were half way across the common before Miss Jane noticed that
everybody was shaking with stifled laughter, except Rose, who walked
along demurely, apparently unconscious that there was any thing to
laugh at. Miss Jane looked sharply from one to another for a moment,
then stopped short and exclaimed, "Rosamond Redding! how dare you?"

"What is it ma'am?" asked Rose, with the face of a lamb.

"Your bath towel! your sponge!" gasped Miss Jane.

"Yes, ma'am, I have them all," replied the audacious Rose, putting her
hand to her hat. There, to be sure, was the long crash towel, hanging
down behind like a veil, while the sponge was fastened on one side like
a great cockade; and in front appeared a cake of pink soap, neatly
pinned into the middle of a black velvet bow.

Miss Jane seized Rose, and removed these ornaments in a twinkling.
"We shall see what Mrs. Florence thinks of this conduct," she grimly
remarked. Then, dropping the soap and sponge in her own pocket, she