to have them carried off by an equally industrious rat; and Mabel's four nickels still remained missing. Things in the vegetable garden seemed singularly backward, possibly because the four eager gardeners kept digging them up to see if they were growing. Their parents and Marjory's Aunty Jane were firmer than ever in their refusal to part with any more staple groceries.
Perhaps if the girls had explained why they wanted the things, their relatives would have been more generous; but girl-like, the four poverty-stricken young housekeepers made a deep mystery of their dinner plan. It was their most cherished secret, and when they met each morning they always said, mysteriously, "Good Morning—remember M. B. D.," which meant of course, "Mr. Black's Dinner."
Mr. Black, indeed, never went by without referring to the girls' promise.
"When," he would ask, "is that dinner party coming off? It's a long time since
