Paper-weights, " observed Patty, sucking an injured thumb, "were evidently not made for driving in tacks. I wish I had a hammer." This remark called forth no response, and Patty peered down from the top of the step-ladder at her roommate, who was sitting on the floor dragging sofa-pillows and curtains from a dry-goods box. "Priscilla, " she begged, "you aren't doing anything useful. Go down and ask Peters for a hammer." Priscilla rose reluctantly. "I dare say fifty girls have already been after a hammer." "Oh, he has a private one in his back pocket. Borrow that. And, Pris, " -- Patty called after her over the transom, -- "just tell him to send up a man to take that closet door off its hinges.