"we don't want to do anything mean to them just because they were mean to us."
"Why not?" demanded Belle, in wonder.
"That wouldn't be nice—nor any fun," declared Ruth, firmly. "A joke—yes."
"Do you call it a joke on us spoiling our taffy and stealing the nutmeats?" wailed Heavy.
"What else was it? It was a joke to them. There was a sting to it for us. We must pay them back in like manner, but without being mean about it."
"Well now!" cried Helen. "I'd like to see you do it, Ruth.
"Perhaps we can think of a plan," said Ruth, gaily. "I for one shall not lose any sleep over it. But if you want to pay them off by showing how much we disapprove of their actions, and have nothing to do with their schemes to-morrow, I will agree."
"We'll begin that way," said Madge Steele, promptly. "Treat them in a dignified manner and refuse to join in any games with them. That is what we can do."
"Oh, well," sighed the irrepressible Heavy. "We're bound to have a dreadfully slow day, then. Good-night!"
It began by being a gray day, too. The sun was hidden and the wind sighed mournfully in the
