The girls, however, protested that this talk about growing so utterly away from each other was too dismal for anything, and they would n't believe it anyhow. The old-fashioned notions about eternal constancy were ever so much nicer. It gave them the cold shivers to hear Henry's ante-mortem dissection of their friendship, and that young man was finally forced to admit that the members of the club would probably prove exceptions to the general rule in such matters. It was agreed, therefore, that they should appear to know each other at the old folks' party.
“All you girls must, of course, be called 'Mrs.' instead of 'Miss,'” suggested Frank, “though you will have to keep your own names, that is, unless you prefer to disclose any designs you may have upon other people's; “for which piece of
