ontent. "I don't feel as if I wanted to do any more for years but just
sit here and talk things over."

"Well, that's just what I was going to say," Billie answered, turning
away from the mirror and flinging herself on the bed beside her. "Only I
thought it would be more comfortable if we got into our nighties. It's
been a pretty warm day----"

"Billie, you're a wonder," cried Laura, jumping up and fishing in her
bag for her nightgown. "When it comes to thinking you have it all over
us like a tent--as Teddy says," she added apologetically, and the girls
laughed at her.

"Oh, but there are our trunks!" cried Billie, suddenly remembering.
"Miss Walters said that we were to unpack our clothes and get everything
in shape before to-morrow, don't you remember?"

"Oh, yes, we remember," groaned Violet. "I don't think much of your idea
this time, Billie. Oh, well, I suppose if we must we've got to."

So they opened the trunks, which had been brought up while they were out
in the afternoon, and in a very short time had their clothes all hung up
neatly in the wardrobes.

Then, with a sigh of mingled content and weariness, they brought out
their nightgowns and began to undress, talking all the while.

"Isn't Miss Walters lovely?" asked Billie, when she was at last curled
up happily on the foot of the bed with Vi at the head of it and Laura
stretched out full length with a pillow tucked beneath her head.

"Yes, but aren't the 'Dill Pickles' horrid?" cried Laura. "It's lucky
they aren't at the head of things or I guess we'd have a mighty hard
time of it."

"Well, maybe they aren't as bad as they look," said Violet.

"Who was that other teacher that Connie said the girls all loved so?"
asked Billie. "I thought I'd remember her name. It was something like
Pace----"

"Wasn't it Race?" asked Laura, and Billie clapped her hands.

"Yes, that's it. And Connie said the girls adored her next to Miss
Walters."

"She's the math teacher, isn't she?" asked Violet, adding as the girls
nodded: "It's lucky for me she's nice, because I'm so awful in math a
mean one wouldn't have me in class more than a week."

"Oh, but it's all perfectly glorious," said Billie softly. "Just think,
girls, if we hadn't found that darling old trunk we wouldn't have been
here--at least I wouldn't."

"And if that man--What was it you and the boys called him?" Laura
paused and looked inquiringly at Billie.

"The 'Codfish?'" asked Billie, guessing at wh