course, for the
families have lived in here so long; but Mrs. Wisner and mommah haven't
been very warm since the last Charity Ball business."

"I don't know about that," says Bonnie Bell.

"Oh, Lord! Yes," says Katherine. "They didn't speak for a while. You
know, Honey, the Wisners are among our best people. But then, mommah's a
Daughter of the Revolution and a Colonial Dame, and a Patriot Son, or
something of the sort besides. Mrs. Wisner, she's only a Daughter and
not a Dame; so she doesn't rank quite as high as mommah. Some said that
she faked her ancestors when she come in too. Anyway, when she tried for
the Dames they threw her down. Mommah was Regent or something of the
Dames then too--not that I think mommah would do anything that isn't
fair. But Old Lady Wisner got her back up then, and she's been hard to
curry ever since. We don't try."

"Well," says Bonnie Bell, "isn't that strange? I thought everybody in
the Row was friendly except--except----"

"Except the Wisners?" laughed Katherine. "But don't you worry. There's
plenty of differences in the Row. They have their fallings out. You see,
they all want to be leaders."

"I know," says Bonnie Bell. "In any pack train there always had to be
one old gray critter, with the bell."

"That's it!" says Katherine. "Well now, all these leaders of our best
people they want to carry the bell and go on ahead. That's what Mrs.
Wisner wants--and maybe mommah, though she has a different way of doing
things. Mommah's a dear! So are you, Honey; and I do wish Tom and
you----"

"I was just wondering who it was got out of their car just now," says
Bonnie Bell. "But the fence----"

"Ain't the ivy pretty on your side of your fence?" says Katherine.

Bonnie Bell stood in front of her and looked at her square.

"Look here, Kitty Kimberly, you're as sweet as can be and I love you,
but don't try to keep up the bluff about that fence. They built it to
keep us--to keep us----"

"Well, maybe," says Katherine. "But they can't."

"They built it to show us our place," says Bonnie Bell, brave as you
like. "They didn't think that--they didn't know----"

"It was cruel," says Katherine, red in her face now, she was so mad
about it. "I'm glad you mentioned that fence--I couldn't; but all my
people said it was the meanest thing ever done. It was vulgar! It was
low! That's what my mommah says. We were always sorry for you, but we
didn't know how---- But, Honey, I'm glad you planted the