n the same handwriting--Allen's of course," added Amy,
peeping over Betty's shoulder. "Why does he write you two letters that he
knows will both reach you in the same mail, Betty?"

"Just to be original, I suppose," answered Betty, striving to speak calmly
while a hot flush mounted to her forehead. "Anyway," she added lightly, "I
suppose the best way to satisfy our curiosity would be to read our letters
and find out."

"Oh, I forgot," cried Grace, pushing back the covers and slipping out of
bed. "There's just one thing better than reading letters."

"Now what are you after?" cried Mollie despairingly. "Well," she added,
tearing open her letter decidedly, "there's one thing certain,--I'm not
going to wait another minute!"

"Well, nobody asked you to," retorted Grace, slipping back into bed with
the precious candy box under her arm. "And, what's more," she added
threateningly, "if you're going to be uncivil, I won't ask you to share my
candies."

"Goodness! now isn't that the limit?" cried Betty suddenly, and they
looked at her in surprise. She, in her turn, having thought aloud, flushed
and turned back to the letter. "I'm sorry," she stammered. "I really
didn't mean to interrupt you."

"No you don't, Betty Nelson!" cried Mollie, slipping a hand over Allen's
letter and forcing Betty to meet her eyes. "We won't any of us read
another word till you tell us what you were going to say."

"Well, you don't need to," Betty was beginning when she met Mollie's eyes
and laughed resignedly.

"Oh, all right," she capitulated. "I was simply going to say that the nosy
old censor crossed out a whole line just at the most interesting part."

"What was it?" coaxed Amy teasingly. "Come, Betty dear, tell us what he
said."

"Goodness!" cried Betty crossly, getting redder every moment, and knowing
it, "didn't I tell you the censor crossed it out?"

"You know very well that wasn't what we meant," cried Mollie, with a
frightful frown. "Amy was referring to the sentiments on both sides of the
censored part."

"Oh well, you could hardly expect," Betty was beginning, when Amy, who had
been peeping over her shoulder clapped a hand to her mouth too late to
check a sudden exclamation.

"Oh girls!" she cried gleefully. "What I saw! What I saw!"

"Amy Blackford," Betty's eyes were black with real anger now, "I don't
know how you could do such a thing. I didn't think it of you!"

Not only Amy, but the other girls were frightened by thi