Sure enough, that night Miss Porley made a raid.

Well, on Thursday, Madge Cunningham and myself, without saying a word to anybody, stayed in Miss Grazie's room after class and gave each--other the fudge signal; and sure enough, that night--" Constance and Loring tiptoed away, leaving the bewildered Sammy smiling feebly into the eyes of Winnie and floundering hopelessly in the maze of her information.
"I have it," declared Constance.

"That lovely little chatterbox has given me an idea." "Is it possible ?" chuckled Loring.

"Poor Sammy!" "He was smiling," laughed Constance.

"Here comes the chairman of the floor-walkers' committee." Gresham, always uneasy in the absence of Constance, who was too valuable a part of his scheme of life to be left in charge of his friends, had come into the garden after them on the pretext of consulting the general committee.
"Do you know anything about the Garfield Bank ?" Constance asked Gresham in the first convenient pause.
"It is very good as far as I have heard," he replied after careful consideration.