The brushing-teeth drill was very funny. One, pour water in the glass! Two, lid off box of tooth-powder! Three, dip brush in glass! Four, dip brush in tooth-powder! Five, scrub! Repeat five times! Then, Listerine! They had separate beds, at least Kitty's was not much more than a crib, she was so little. The moment Fraülein Grueber had gone they all three got into the same--Rosamond's or Amerye's, there was a different hostess each night. Then they babbled for an hour or so, till they fell asleep. They called it an hour, but children always exaggerate, and I don't believe it was more than twenty minutes. They discussed everything, all the things that had been discussed before them, and whispered before them, and said when they were out of the room even--they seemed to have heard and to know everything. Rosamond snubbed Amerye because she had been to stay in London with Auntie May five times, while Amerye had only been three times. They both snubbed Kitty because she had never been to London at all. They found her very convenient, because she was supposed to want to know things, and gave them a chance of talking about London. She knew that, and sometimes teased them by saying that she didn't want to hear anything about the horrid place where she had never been. Amerye began like this: 'Do you know that when I was in London--?' 'Of course we know. Go on.' 'Well, when I was in London I went to _Everyman_.' 'Were taken, you mean.' 'Went to a play called _Everyman_, and I cried, and Auntie May cried, and Mr. What's-his-name cried. They both said it made them feel so wicked. It didn't make me feel wicked, only sad and hungry.' 'When I was in London,' said Rosamond, 'I went to see Henry Irving as Faust, and I had to go away to the very back of the box.' 'Why?' asked Kitty. 'Petticoat coming down, or sick?' 'No, neither, but because I was nervous.' 'Nervous! Pooh! It was because you were afraid of the devil, you said last time.' 'So I was, till I found out it was Sir Henry Irving, and then I liked him and came back to the front seat again, and fell in love with him--' 'Fell in love with the devil? How could you?' 'Everybody does in London.' 'Now, Amerye, you tell us some more about London,' begged Kitty, whose business it was to keep the balance true between them. 'Well, I went to lunch in a restaurant with Auntie May, and had tournedos--that means turn your back.' 'What to?' 'The fire, of course, till they were done,' said Amerye quickly. 'They were all seamed across in bars. I ate two.' 'And what did you drink?' 'Ah--oh--lemonade. Auntie May had champagne.' 'I've had champagne once--in London,' said Rosamond thoughtfully. 'How much?' 'Half a wine-glassful.' 'And how did you feel?' 'As if I should like to lay my head on somebody's shoulder and go to sleep.' 'That's being drunk.' 'That isn't a nice word to use, Amerye.' 'It is not a nice thing to be,' said Amerye severely.