"Is that Miss Sniffen?" queried Miss Mullaly, adjusting her eyeglasses.
Miss Castlevaine nodded.
The others watched the tall, straight figure, on its way to the vegetable garden.
"She has the expression of a basilisk I saw the picture of the other day." spoke up Mrs. Dick.
"What kind of an expression was that?" inquired Mrs. Winslow Teed.
"I saw a stuffed basilisk in a London museum when I was abroad, but
I can't seem to recollect its expression."
"Look at her!" laughed Mrs. Dick. "She has it to perfection."
Miss Crilly's giggle preceded her words.
"She's like a beanpole with its good clothes on, ain't she? But, then, I think Miss Sniffen is real nice sometimes," she amended.
"So are basilisks and beanpoles—in their proper places," retorted
Miss Major; "but they don't belong in the June Holiday Home."
"Are her rules so awful?" inquired Miss Mullaly anxiously.