"I can't bear to have secrets and not tell you." "That's all right, Mabel," said Marian Barber, patting her on the shoulder.

"We don't want you to tell.

If it doesn't concern us we don't care, do we, girls ?" "No, indeed," was the reply.
Just then the bell sounded and the girls returned to their seats with the riddle still unsolved.

Nothing more was seen of the mysterious paper, and Grace came to the conclusion that it had been nothing important, after all.
On Wednesday, aside from a little more whispering and significant glances exchanged among the pupils, not a ripple disturbed the calm of the study hall.

It was therefore a distinct and not altogether pleasant surprise when Miss Thompson walked into the room, dismissed the senior class and requested the three lower classes to remain in their seats.
After the seniors had quietly left the study hall, Miss Thompson stood gravely regarding the rows of girls before her.