"Now, sisters!" cautioned Cora, as she gazed at the Robinson twins, "don't get on one another's nerves. Let's have another try at it. I'm sure if we go at it with some sort of system we'll be able to get all the things in. And really we must hurry!" she exclaimed, looking at the clock on the mantel, which pointed to the hour of four. "I promised to have all the baggage ready for the man at five. That only gives us an hour--" "Cora Kimball!" "Only an hour!" "Why didn't you tell us?" Thus the three girls exclaimed in startled tones as they fairly leaped from their chairs in their respective corners, and caught up various garments. Then, as the apparent hopelessness of the situation overcame them again, they looked at one another, at the trunks and suitcases that already held their fair share of articles, at the accumulation on the floor, and then they sighed in concert. "It's no use," spoke Bess Robinson. "I'm not going at all-at least not now.