Fits and fires were the pet afflictions, with a general massacre now and then by way of change.

Nan was never tired of inventing fresh combinations, and Daisy followed her leader with blind admiration.

Poor Teddy was a frequent victim, and was often rescued from real danger, for the excited ladies were apt to forget that he was not of the same stuff their longsuffering dolls.

Once he was shut into the closet for a dungeon, and forgotten by the girls, who ran off to some out-of-door game.

Another time he was half drowned in the bath-tub, playing be a "cunning little whale." And, worst of all, he was cut down just in time after being hung up for a robber.
But the institution most patronized by all was the Club.