It was the third or fourth day after my
arrival, that going up after dinner to get ready for a walk I
missed my chinchilla cap from its peg. I sought for it in
vain.
"Come, Daisy," said Miss Lansing, make haste. Babbitt will be
after you directly if you aren't ready. Put on your cap."
"I can't find it," I said. "I left it here, in its place, but
I can't find it."
There was a burst of laughter from three of my room-mates, as
Miss St. Clair danced out from the closet with the cap on her
own brows; and then with a caper of agility, taking it off,
flung it up to the chandelier, where it hung on one of the
burners.
"For shame, Faustina, that's too bad. How call she get it?"
said Miss Bentley.
"I don't want her to get it," said the St. Clair coolly.
"Then how can she go to walk?"
"I don't want her to go to walk."
"Faustina, that isn't right. Miss Randolph is a stranger; you
shouldn't play tricks on her."
"Roundheads were always revolutionists," said the girl
recklessly. "_A la lanterne!_ Heads or hats — it don't signify
which.
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