"Cologne will be sure to suggest something from English Lit." predicted Molly. "She being a star in that line herself thinks the stuff equally pie for all of us. We might try French—I said 'try,' Ned Ebony; you need not strangle yourself with that gasp!"
"Came near it," admitted the one with her mouth open. "Fancy us doing French!"
"Then suppose we go back to the woods—try Red Riding Hood?"
"Fine and dandy!" exclaimed Nita Brant. "I'll be the wolf."
"Because he was the only party who got in on the eating," remarked Edna. "Let me be the squire—and don't all speak at once for the grandmother's fate."
"Think it over girls; think it over!" advised Nita. "Back to the woods might not suit some of our rural friends. For my part I prefer—ahem! Something tragic!"
"Beat Red Riding Hood for tragedy then," challenged one of the group. "Of all the atrocities—"
"And desperate deals—"
"To say nothing of the grandmother's night cap going in the mix up—"
And so they laughed it all off, and marveled that the mere mention of the old story should awaken such comment.