be very disagreeable when opposed.

Patricia was still admiring the gaudy lettering when a door at the far
end of the corridor opened.

She sprang back into her room, closed the door and standing close to it
waited to hear if the big card provoked admiring comment.

Nearer came the footsteps.

Could they pass without seeing it? They paused--then:

"Well, just look at that!"

"A regular sign-board!"

A few moments the two outside the door stood whispering, then one
giggled, and together they walked to the stairway and descended,
laughing all the way.

Patricia opened the door and peeped out. "It was that red-haired girl,
and the black-haired one that are always together," she reported to
Arabella.

"Now, what in the world were they laughing at?"

"Laughing at the big card, I suppose," Arabella said.

"Well, there's nothing funny about that," Patricia said, hotly. "It cost
ever so much more than the _teenty_ little cards on the other doors