Bit," said Kitty lightly. "Not a bit! I'll just run up and get on something dry--" "You had better shut off the water," said Mrs. Fenelby, and went into the house. Billy laid the hose carefully at his feet. "I say," he said, hesitatingly, to Kitty, "wear the one you had on last night--the white one. I--I think that one's pretty." "Oh, no!" said Kitty. "I can't wear that one. That one is all mussed up. I can't wear that one again. I have a lovely blue one." "No!" said Billy, whispering, and glancing suspiciously at the house. "Not blue! Please don't! It--it's dangerous." "Oh, but it is a dream of a waist!" said Kitty. "You wait until you see it." "No!" pleaded Billy again. "Not a blue one! If you wore a blue one I couldn't help but notice it was blue. It isn't safe. Don't wear a blue one, or a green one, or a brown one. Just a white one. Not any other colo