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MISS A. CORREYVILLE

A small card was all that was necessary, indeed only a small card was
permitted, but Patricia did not know that. After her usual manner of
doing things, she had ordered a veritable placard of the village sign
painter, and when she had tacked it upon the door, it fairly _shouted_,
in red and green ink.

"There!" she exclaimed, "I guess when the other girls see that, they'll
think the two who have this room are pretty swell."

"Isn't it,--rather--loud?" ventured Arabella timidly.

Patricia's eyes blazed.

"_Loud?_" she cried. "Well, what do you want? A card that will whisper?"

"Maybe it's all right," Arabella said quickly, to which Patricia
responded:

"Of course it's all right. It's more than all right! It's very el'gant!"

Arabella was no match for her room-mate, and whenever a question arose
regarding any matter of mutual interest, it was always Patricia who
settled it, and Arabella who meekly agreed that she was probably right.

Arabella was not gentle, indeed she possessed a decidedly contrary
streak, but she always feared offending Patricia, because Patricia could