you see? Almost all the young ladies are sham nuns, except you, and two pretty little ones in the story above, fifth window from the end."
"Oh, I know I" said Clover, much amused. "Sally Alsop, you know, Katy, and Amy Erskine. They are such nice girls!"
"Are they?" replied Mr. Eels, with the air of one who notes down names for future reference. "Well, I thought so. Not so much fun in them as some of the others, I guess; but a fellow likes other things as well as fun. I know if my sister was there, I'd rather have her take the dull line than the other."
Katy treasured up this remark for the benefit of the S. S. U. C. Mrs. Page came back just then, and Mr. Eels resumed his cane. Nothing more was heard of Clarence that night.
Next morning Cousin Olivia fulfilled her threat of inspecting the girls' wardrobe. She shook her head over the simple, untrimmed merinos and thick cloth coats.
"There's no help for it," she said; "but it's a great pity. You would much better have waited, and had things fresh. Perhaps it may be possible
