"See here, Gracie: what cute hands girls are to keep secrets!"
"Don't want to hear another word, Robin."
"Cassy," said Grace, a little later, "what'll we do about the R. S.
S.? Isa's been and spread it all over town!"
"You don't believe it, do you? Why that makes me think what Johnny said to-day. He's sorry I'm such a broken-hearted old maid at this time of life. Now I know what he meant."
"But what'll we do about our R. S. S.? I'm so mortified!"
"Let it die: who cares?"
"O, Cassy, I care. Don't let's give up at trifles."
"Then turn it into a Soldiers' Aid." Grace clapped her hands and waltzed across the street.
"So we will, Cassy; so we truly will! That's so very respectable!"
"We'll marry, too, if they're going to make such a fuss," suggested
Cassy.