ing to my particular style of beauty!
Every time I do it I vow I never will again--"

"And then the boys do foolish things like going away to be shot," finished
Mollie, "and--poof, go all our good resolutions."

"But you girls are all Helen of Troys compared to me when I cry," said
Grace, her tear-dimmed eyes fixed mournfully on space. "Why, after I've
had a good cry I cover up all the mirrors in the house for a couple of
days afterward."

"I guess," sighed Betty, "that just about everybody we know went away on
that train this morning. Oh, girls, I feel as though somebody were dead."

"Well, I'd rather be, than look like this," said Grace, eyeing her
somewhat disheveled reflection in the tiny mirror somberly.

"Oh, you're not quite as bad as that, Gracie," Betty comforted her,
laughing a little despite the ache at her heart. "A little cold water and
a curling iron will work wonders--"

"Betty," cried Grace, pausing in the act of applying still more powder to
the tip of her nose and regarding the Little Captain with a horrified
expression, "why drag the mention of such unromantic things into the
open--"

"Goodness, nothing could be much more unromantic than straight hair and
red noses," broke in Mollie practically. "It's lucky the boys don't do
this every day--I'd be a wreck in a week!"

"Well, at least you'd be wrecked in a good cause," said Betty, half
wistfully, half whimsically.

"Goodness, you'll make me cry again after I've just powdered my nose,"
cried Grace in alarm, and the foolishness of it made them all laugh.

"You're a goose, Gracie," Mollie commented. "But I love you, just the
same. Now," she added, "who's going to take the wheel while I do my duty
with the powder puff? I need both hands you know--"

"Heavens, don't let Amy do it," cried Grace, in still greater alarm. "She
doesn't know a thing about it. Mollie, what are you doing?"

"You put the powder on then," Mollie suggested, and Amy reached for the
vanity case. "If you can't drive you can at least do that much. Amy!
you're getting it in my eyes. Do be careful!"

"Mollie Billette, if you dare use that word again," cried Amy, her eyes
twinkling, "I'll blind you with powder--just for spite!"

The girls chuckled, and Mollie, figuratively speaking, threw up her hands.

"Oh, all right," she said, meekly yielding up her nose to treatment. "I
surrender. Only, Amy, do be--"

Amy raised the puff threateningly, and the badgered one continued has