"Let's draw cuts to see who takes the first plunge," cried Zee. "I'll hold the straws while the rest of you draw."
"Zee, sit down. I am surprised at you. We must not draw cuts about the blessing. I will begin." Doris looked anxiously about the table, scanning her sisters' faces for signs of amusement, but they were preternaturally grave and earnest.
So in a meek and lowly voice, in a manner that spoke of anything but a pharisaical blasting of trumpets, Doris asked a blessing on their food. And the girls sighed with satisfaction when she said Amen, proclaiming their comfort in having conformed to the ministerial proprieties, and kept the sanctity of the manse intact.
"We had a perfectly ducky time to-day," said Rosalie, while Doris was refilling her plate with soup. "We got a half a bushel of nuts apiece, and Bert gave me his besides, on condition that I invite him to help eat them once a week."
"By the way, who went nutting to-day, anyhow?" asked Zee suddenly.
"We did—our college bunch."
"It was not your Sunday-school class, was it?"
Rosalie flashed a questioning look at her sister. "No, it was not the class—exactly," she said reluctantly. "The girls are in my class, though."