"Right," said Mary. "Don't tell _me_ I haven't thought of that. I have. Applications from old friends will be politely refused." "We can say," said Eve, "that we are very sorry, but every room is taken." "But suppose they aren't?" objected Arthur. Eve retorted sharply. "What is that to do with it? We are running a business, not a Bible class." But Phyllis was pulling a long face. "Aren't we ever to see any of our old friends any more?" Lee and Gay nudged each other and began to tease her. "Dearest Pill," they said, "all will yet be well. There is more than one Geoffrey Plantagenet in the world. You shall have the pick of all the handsome strangers." "Oh, come, now!" said Arthur, "Phyllis is right. Now and then we must have guests--who don't pay." "Not until we can afford them," said Mary. "Has anybody seen the sketch-map that papa made of the buildings?" "I know where it is," said Arthur, "but I can't get it now; because Wow needs my feet for a pillow and at the moment Uncas is very sound asleep." "Can't you _tell_ us where it is?" "Certainly," he said; "it's in the safe. The safe is locked." "And where is the key?" "Just under Uncas." "Very well, then," said Mary, "important business must wait until Stripes wakes up. Meanwhile, I think we ought to make up our minds how and how much to advertise." "There are papers," said Eve, "that all wealthy Americans always see, and then there's that English paper with all the wonderful advertisements of country places for sale or to let. I vote for a full-page ad in that. People will say, 'Jove, this must be a wonderful proposition if it pays 'em to advertise it in an English paper.'" Everybody agreed with Eve except Arthur. He merely smiled with and at her. "We can say," said Eve, "shooting and fishing over a hundred thousand acres. Does the State own as much as that, Arthur?" He nodded, knowing the futility of arguing with the feminine conscience. "Two hundred thousand?" He nodded again. "Then," said Eve, "make a note of this, somebody." Maud went to the writing-table. "Shooting and fishing over hundreds of thousands of acres." "There must be pictures," said Maud, "in the text of the ad--the place is full of them; and if they won't do, Arthur can take others--when Wow and Uncas wake up." "There must be that picture after the opening of the season," said Mary, "the year the party got nine bucks--somebody make a point of finding that picture." "There are some good strings of trout and bass photographically preserved," said Gay. "A picture of chef in his kitchen will appeal," said Lee. "So will interiors," said Maud. "Bedrooms with vistas of plumbing. Let's be honestly grateful to papa for all the money he spent on porcelain and silver plate."