"Oh, we're very, very naughty; we ought to have gone to the picnic when Sophia was so good as to buy us new frocks," they whispered in their hearts; and the moon looked down upon them benevolently.
The stuff of their repentance was soon to be tested, for the voice of Harkness was heard from over the Harmon fence.
"Oh, Glorianna! there was never such sculptures.

Only want wings.

Hats instead of wings is a little curious even for a funeral monument." The two girls stood huddled together now in hasty consultation.

"We didn't mean to be sculptures," spoke up Red, defending her brilliant idea almost before she was aware.

"There's nothing but stand-up slabs here; we thought we'd look something like them." "We were so frightened at the men," said Blue.