nly Jess was rather nasty about it; she thinks no
one in the school has a right to wear Scotch plaids except herself. I've
spent all my pocket money for this week, so I can't buy another ribbon
till next Saturday. I shall have to go about in pink. Miau! I'll be such
a good little pussy-cat. I'm sure different colors make me good or bad.
Don't laugh at me! I mean it! I'm a different person according to what I
wear."

For a short time the girls loitered about on the roof, enjoying the
novelty of their position, and particularly the fact that they were on
unlicensed ground, and would undoubtedly get into trouble if they were
caught by Dominica or Anastasia. Naughty Peachy, to play the maids a
trick, took down the row of towels, folded them neatly, and placed them
in a pile behind the cistern, chuckling over the prospect of Anastasia's
consternation when she came up to fetch them and found them missing.

"I owe her something for breaking my pink alabaster vase," she
announced. "She's an awful smasher with her duster--just goes surging
ahead over our mantelpiece and sends our ornaments flying. Mary's
Pompeii pots went to smithereens yesterday. Now, Signorina Anastasia,
you won't find your towels in too big a hurry. I guess I've paid you
out."

"She'll pay _you_ out if she catches us up here," suggested Delia, who
was anxious not to forfeit her exeat. "Hadn't we better be getting a
move on?"

"Words of wisdom, my child, fall from your lips like pearls and
diamonds. The same sage thought was occurring to your humble servant.
Anastasia has what is commonly called a tart tongue, and an inconvenient
and inconsiderate habit of reporting trifles at headquarters. It would
be quite unnecessary of her to mention to Miss Rodgers that she had seen
us here, but I believe she'd go out of her way to do it."

"I'm sure she would, bad luck to her. Lead on, MacDuff! Let's descend
from the Highlands to the Lowlands."

"We may find further sport farther afield. I'm not at the end of my
resources yet. I've an idea or two more in my head," nodded Peachy,
escorting her friends down the staircase to the comparative safety of
the back yard.

There was no doubt that Peachy was in an exceedingly mischievous mood
and ready for any prank which came to hand. She dodged with her
followers successfully past the kitchen door, without attracting the
hostile attention of Anastasia or any other of the servants. She was
bent on exploring a patch of the