Ethel Morton, called from the color of her eyes Ethel Blue to distinguish her from her cousin, also Ethel Morton, whose brown eyes gave her the nickname of Ethel Brown, was looking out of the window at the big, damp flakes of snow that whirled down as if in a hurry to cover the dull January earth with a gay white carpet. The giants are surely having a pillow fight this afternoon, she laughed. In honor of your birthday, returned her cousin. The snowflakes are really as large as feathers, added Dorothy Smith, another cousin, who had come over to spend the afternoon. All three cousins had birthdays in January. The Mortons always celebrated the birthdays of every member of the family, but since there were three in the same month they usually had one large party and noticed the other days with less ceremony. This year Mrs. Emerson, Ethel Brown’s grandmother, had invited the whole United Service Club, to which the girls belonged, to go to New York on a day’s expedition. They had ascended the Woolworth Tower, gone through the Natural History Museum, seen the historic Jumel Mansion, lunched at a large hotel and gone to the Hippodrome. Everybody called it a perfectly splendid party, and Ethel Blue and Dorothy were quite willing to consider it as a part of their own birthday observances.