The injustice of a lot of hateful, snuffy old men deciding on what sort of underclothes a young girl shall wear!...

And I _will_ make my debut! I will! I will!" "Dearest----" "Yes, I will! I'll write to them and complain of Mr.Tappan's stingy, unjust treatment of us both----" "Let me do the writing, dear," said Kathleen quietly.

And she rose from the table and left the dining-room, both arms around the necks of the Seagrave twins, drawing them close to her sides--closer when her sidelong glance caught the sullen bitterness on the darkening features of the boy, and when on the girl's fair face she saw the flushed, wide-eyed, questioning stare.
When the young, seeking reasons, gaze questioningly at nothing, it is well to divine and find the truthful answer, lest their _other_ selves, evoked, stir in darkness, counselling folly.
The answer to such questions Kathleen knew; who should know better than she?
But it was not for her to reply.

All she could do was to summon out of the vasty deep the powers that ruled her wards and herself; and these, convoked in solemn assembly because of conflict with their Trust Officer, might decide in becoming gravity such questions as what shall be the proper quality and cost of a young girl's corsets; and whether or not real lace and silk are necessary for attire more intimate still.
* * * * * During the next two years the steadily increasing friction between Remsen Tappan and his wards began seriously to disturb the directors of the Half Moon Trust.

That worthy old line company viewed with uneasiness the revolutionary tendencies of the Seagrave twins as expressed in periodical and passionate letters to Colonel Mallett.