Four Girls and a Compact

By Annie Hamilton Donnell
Wait for T.O., commanded Loraine, and of course they waited. Loraine's commands were always obeyed, Laura Ann said, because her name was such a queeny one. Nobody else in the little colony—the B-Hive —had a queeny name.
Though I just missed it, sighed Laura Ann. Think what a little step from Loraine to Laur' Ann! I always just miss things.
T.O. was apt to be late. She never rode, and, being short, was not a remarkable walker. To-night she was later than usual. The three other girls got into kimonos and slippers and prepared tea. In all their minds the Grand Plan was fomenting, and it was not easy to wait. A cheer greeted T.O. as she came in, wet and weary and cheerful.
You're overdue, my dear, Loraine said severely. But of course T.O. laughed and offered a weak pun:
The 'dew' is over me, you mean! Oh, girls, this looks too cozy for anything in here! All the way up town I've been blessing you three for taking me in.
Said Laura Ann: If I were pun-mad, like some folks, I could do something quite smart there. But there, you poor, wet dear! You sha'n't be outdone in your specialty, no you sha'n't! Get off your things quick, dear—we're all bursting to talk about the Grand Plan.
It was, after all, Billy that started in. Billy was very tired indeed, and her lean, eager face was pale.
Girls, we must! she said. I can't hold out more than a few weeks more. I shall be a mental wreck and go 'round muttering, one -two—three—four, one —two—three—four—flat your b's, sharp your c's—one—two—three—four— play! For Billy all day toiled at pianos, teaching unwilling little persons to play. Billy's long name was Wilhelmina.
They were all toilers—worker-B's. The B part of the name which they had given to the little colony came from the accident of all their surnames beginning with that letter—Brown, Bent, Baker, Byers. It was, they all agreed, a happy accident; the B-Hive sounded so well. But, as Laura Ann said, it entailed things, notably industry.