"Alice!" cried Ruth, her sister, and the shocked tone of her voice made the younger girl look up quickly from the contemplation of the shoes. "Why, what have I done now?" came in rather injured accents. "I'm sure I didn't use any slang; and as for not having all my things packed as quickly as you, why, Ruth, my dear, you must remember that you are an exception--the one that proves the rule." "I didn't say you used any slang, Alice dear. Nor did I intimate that you were behind in your packing. I'll gladly help you. But it---- Those shoes!" and she pointed a finger dramatically at the "brogans," as Alice sometimes called them. "Those shoes? What's the matter with them? They're a perfectly good pair, as far as I can see; and they're mighty comfortable." "Oh, Alice--mighty?" "Well, I can't get over using such words, especially since we heard so many strong expressions from the sailors when we were in those sea films. Mine sound weak now. But what's the matter with the shoes, Ruth?" "They're so muddy, dear. They will soil all your pretty things if you put them in your trunk in that condition. You don't want that, do you?" "I should say not--most decidedly! Especially since pretty things with me last about one day. I don't see how it is you keep yours so nice and fresh, Ruth." "It's because I'm careful, dear." "Careful! Bosh! Care killed a cat, they say. I'm sure I'm careful, too---- Oh, here's that lace collar I've been looking everywhere for!" She made a sudden reach for it, there was a ripping, tearing sound, and Alice was gazing ruefully at a rent in the sleeve of her dress. "Oh, for the love of trading stamps!" she ejaculated. "Alice!" gasped Ruth. "Well, I don't care! I had to say something. Look at that rip! And I wanted to wear this dress to-day. Oh----" "That's just it, Alice," interrupted Ruth, in a gentle, chiding voice. "You are too impulsive. If you had reached for that lace less hurriedly you wouldn't have torn your dress. And if you took care of your things and didn't let your laces and ribbons get strewn about so, they would last longer and look fresher. I don't want to lecture----" "I know you don't, you old dear!" and Alice leaned over--they were both sitting on the floor in front of trunks--and made a motion as though to embrace her sister. But a warning rip caused her to desist, and, looking over her shoulder, she found her skirt caught on a corner of the trunk. "There! Did you ever?" she cried. "I can't even give you a sisterly hug without pulling myself to pieces. I'm all upset--excited--unstrung--Wellington Bunn doing Hamlet isn't to be compared to me. I must get straightened out." "I guess that's it--you're all tangled up in your packing," said Ruth, with a laugh. "Truly, I don't mean to lecture, Alice, but you must go a bit slower." "Not with this packing--I can't, and be ready in time. Why! you are all prepared to go. I'll just throw the things into my trunk and----"