“A-ha, a mirror!” cried Jessie. “Lucile, I forgive all.”
“Thanks,” replied Lucile, laconically. “Even at that, you needn’t take up the whole mirror, you know.”
“Oh, you can look on both sides,” said Jessie, serenely.
The girls laughed.
“The only wonder is that we showed almost human intelligence in bringing our combs along,” Lucile remarked, after a moment.
“Not at all,” observed Jessie, grandly. “We only followed a very obvious line of reasoning.” 67
“A very which?” asked Evelyn, turning round with her comb poised in mid-air. “If you must talk, kindly speak United States, Jessie.”
Jessie turned upon her friend a look in which was more of pity than of anger.
“It is evident,” she remarked sadly, “that there is one among us who has never grasped the opportunity for learning afforded by our present-day civilization——”
“Jessie, darling,” broke in Lucile, sweetly, “if you don’t come down from your soap box pretty soon, I’m afraid we’ll have to resort to force. Much as we would hate to,” she added, apologetically.