"Don't you see he's making fun of you, mamma ?" Besides the grey-eyed girl, who wore short frocks, there were two other girls in the first bloom of young-womanhood.

One of these, having overheard the conversation, ran and told the other.
"Just because we happened to read of such a thing in that book of Asiatic travel! Isn't it absurd?
And there's papa fuming at the other end of the station." Both girls giggled.
"I know _quite_ well that people will think us all crazy," urged the first speaker.

Then they laughed again, not unhappily.
"There's not a doubt of it," gasped the other.
These two girls were very much alike, but one wore a red cloak and the other a blue one.

In spite of the fact that they were somewhat bloused and a little grimy, and their pretty little noses were now nipped red by the icy morning, they looked attractive as they stood, pressing their handkerchiefs to their mouths and bending with laughter.

The extent of their mirth was proportioned to their youth and excitement, not to the circumstances which called it forth.
The train they had left now moved off.