and Fanchette
went out with the poodle in her arms.

"The Sattawhites," answered Eugenia. "There's Howl and Henny climbing into
the carriage, and, oh, look, girls! There comes Mrs. Sattawhite herself. I
haven't had many glimpses of her. Isn't she gorgeous! You know they had to
leave," she continued, turning to the girls. "I forgot to tell you what
happened early this morning while you were down-town.

"I was up in my room writing to Joyce, when I heard a rumble and a running
down in the back hall. Somebody called 'Fire! Fire!' Then somebody else
took it up, and the old gentleman at the end of the hall, who never
appears in public until noon, came bursting out of his room in his bath
robe, his shoes in one hand and his false teeth in the other. It was the
funniest sight! There was wild excitement for a few minutes. One woman
began throwing things out of the window, and another stood and shrieked
and wrung her hands.

"The waiter with the long black side-whiskers tore up-stairs and grabbed
his arms full of those bottles in the racks--you know--those
fire-extinguishing bottles that have some kind of chemical stuff in them.
There was a strong smell of smoke and a little puff of it curling up from
under the stairs. He threw all those bottles down into the lower hall. You
can imagine the smash there was when they struck the stone floor.

"Papa rushed down to investigate, at the first alarm. He found that it was
only Howl and Henny playing hook-and-ladder with a little red wagon. They
had taken an old flannel blouse of Kenny's and set fire to it. Howl
explained that they did it because woollen rags make such a nice thick
smoke, and last a long time, and when they yelled fire they were not to
blame, he said, if other people didn't know that they were 'jes'
a-playin', and went and yelled in earnest.'

"Papa took their part, and said that two boys with as much energy as they
have must find an outlet somewhere, and that it was no wonder that they
were restless, cooped up in a hotel day after day, with no amusement but
their prim walks with the maid and the poodle. But the old gentleman who
had been so frightened that he ran out in public without his teeth, and
the woman who had thrown her toilet bottles out of the window and broken
them, were furious. They complained to the landlord, and said that it was
not the first offence. The boys were always annoying them.

"So the landlord had to go to Mrs. Sattawhite. She found out w