"Wouldn't be proper," said Rosalie lightly. "Beautiful girls must be properly guarded. And besides, I would have to do more work, and I don't like to work." "Father is proper enough for anybody," said Doris with spirit. "And I do all of the work anyhow." "Could I have a regular evening dress, V in the back and no sleeves?" demanded Rosalie with glittering eyes. "Isn't it funny, the less there is to a dress, the more there is to the cost? All the girls have evening dresses, and I have the nicest shoulders in the whole gym. But Miss Carlton would never go. You couldn't fire her off." "Who is the General?" demanded Doris loftily. "If I say go, she goes in a hurry." Rosalie looked up quickly. "You bad General, she is gone already, isn't she?" "Yes; do you mind?" "Are you sure father won't go trotting after her, and marry her on the sly?" Doris lifted horrified eyes skyward. "Well, I am sure I do not care. I think I am rather glad. Whenever I got my dates mixed, and had two or three callers at once, she was always shocked. She said the boys didn't act that way when she was a girl. I rather suppose they didn't. But what Miss Carlton was and what I am are two remotely different things. Why, you would hardly believe we are both feminine, would you?" "No," said Doris honestly. "One can't think of any two things more different. You are such a--such--" "Problem," laughed Rosalie. "Don't I know it? Well, you can not solve me, Doris, so don't try. But I am just like those horrible trigonometry nightmares--you can't figure them out to save your life, but they are quite perfectly all right in spite of you." Doris turned to give her sister a warm adoring look. "I know that," she said happily. "Only, however in the world you manage to say such wonderful things with your eyes, Rosalie--I've tried and tried--alone, of course," she added hastily. "I wouldn't before people for anything. But I can't take people's breath away as you do." Rosalie's voice rippled into mellow laughter. "You will learn. No, you never will, Doris. You will fall in love, and marry a perfectly adorable man, and have perfectly wonderful babies, and be as happy as the day is long. And I will fritter along and sparkle along, and have a hundred beaus, and Miss Carlton and I will finish up together. There come those bad girls. Now you just scold them, General. Don't you stand for this nonsense any more. Why, I have had to set the table every night for a week." The younger sisters came into the room together, as they went everywhere together. They were very nearly of the same height, though one was two years older. "Are you tired, Treasure?" asked Doris quickly. "I haven't done anything but laugh all afternoon," came the answer. "Why should I be tired?"