away--has not arrived home yet--and we unfortunate orphans have
been driven to bed with the chickens. I, for one, have revolted."

"You don't look very revolting, Laura," drawled Amelia Boggs, "even
with that red necktie on crooked."

"Just the same, I have anarchistic tendencies. I feel 'em,"
declared the red-haired girl.

"That is not anarchism you feel," scoffed Bess. "If I had eaten
what you did for supper--"

"Oh, say not so!" begged Laura. "Don't tell me that all this
disturbance within me is from merely what I ate. Why, I feel that I
might lead an assault on Cupp's office, take her by force, and
immure her in--"

"The old secret passage to the boathouse," put in Nan.

"Oh, goodness--gracious--Agnes!" said Amelia, looking at one of her
watches, "if we are going to do anything to that wild Western
mustang to-night--"

"Hush! Have no fear," interrupted Laura. "There is time enough."

"Procrastination should know that," giggled Bess, "with all the
watches and clocks she owns."

"While we gab here," went on Amelia, "curfew time approaches."