"I'll have one, too," decided Rosalie. "Suppose you fix mine when you do yours, and I'll be making hot chocolate for all of us. And we'll have some sweet pickles if Zee will bring them from the cellar." In the confusion of getting four separate luncheons on one gas stove at the same minute, one could not find time for much formality. Zee stepped on Alicia's toes, and Alicia splashed hot butter on Treasure's hand, and Rosalie let the chocolate boil over on the eggs. But finally they were seated companionably about the table, and by that time they were fairly well acquainted. When luncheon was over, Zee and Treasure set about the dishes, and Rosalie and Alicia disappeared. But when Rosalie came into the kitchen on an errand a little later, Zee said: "She seems all right, I think. I bet she needs a beau." "What makes you think that?" "Well, you say you need them to keep your soul in--to--to--I forgot just what you do say, but anyhow you always declare you can't be normal without a beau. And I guess all girls are alike, so Alicia needs one, too." Rosalie went out of the kitchen, thinking hard. "I wonder--" she said. "I believe I can--" She went directly to the telephone, and called Bert. "I have a friend spending the night with me," she said. "A town girl. You know I told you I was busy and could not keep our date. But I wonder if you can't get another man and come and help us make candy?" Bert was desolated, but since Rosalie had said she was busy, he had made other arrangements--he didn't care two cents about the girl they picked out for him--wasn't it beastly luck-- He would break the date, that's what he'd do. Rosalie would not hear of it, and she stopped the conversation abruptly and looked at Alicia. "Men are all alike, aren't they? Here he has been telling me for two months that I am the only girl in college--I shall get even with him. I'll just have a senior, and that will make him wild. Bob Harton is always asking me for dates, but is always just too late. So I can ask him perfectly all right, and we'll have him bring--let me see--I know--Arthur Gooding, a 'post'--and terribly sensible." So she ran to the telephone again, in spite of Alicia's protests, and called the second number. "Oh, Bob," she began, "this is Rosalie Artman. I am always taken when you try to make a date with me, so I thought I would try my hand on you. I have a town girl staying all night, and we want you to come and help us celebrate. And can't you ask Arthur Gooding to come? I do not know him very well myself, but he is so sensible, and this is a very sensible girl, so they ought to get on wonderfully. Will you see? Oh, that is just lovely." "I do not know how to talk to men, Rosalie, I never had a date in my life. I can't think of things to say."