did." Patricia rated everything by its cost.

"They knew that big card looked fine, and they certainly could see that
the lettering was showy," she continued; "so why did they stand outside
the door giggling?"

"How do I know?" Arabella said.

"Open the door, and we'll look at it again, and see if--"

A smart tap upon the door caused Arabella to stop in the middle of the
sentence.

"S'pose it's those same girls?" whispered Patricia. "If I thought it was
I wouldn't stir a step."

A second rap, louder, and more insistent than the first brought both
girls to their feet, and Patricia flew to open the door.

Miss Fenler glared at them through her glasses.

"Why did you not answer my first rap?" she asked.

"We didn't know it was you," said Patricia.

Ignoring the excuse, Miss Fenler continued: "I called to tell you to
remove that great card, and put a small one in its place with only your
names upon it, and in regard to your efforts to obtain work, you can not
have any such notice upon your door. Instead you must leave your names
at the office and I will see if any of the pupils will patronize you."