As she entered the open door of the principal's office she noticed that the room was empty of occupants.

She stopped, hesitated, then went softly in, a half-formed idea in her mind that did not at first assume definite shape.
"If Miss Thompson comes in, I suppose I shall have to report myself," thought Eleanor.

"While I'm here, I'll just look about and see if I can't find some way to even up that public apology she made me make." Gliding over to the open desk, she ran her eye hastily over the various papers spread out upon it.

At first she found nothing of importance, but suddenly she began to laugh softly, her face lighted with malicious glee.
"Here's the wonderful paper that Miss Tabby Cat Thompson is going to read before the 'Arts and Crafts Club' to-morrow," she murmured.

"I heard her telling Miss Chester about it yesterday.