It ran thus: _The Grotto._ _To our noble friend and Camellia Bud_-- _Greeting!_ _The Sorority desires to express a vote of sympathy for the very unpleasant occurrence that happened this morning._ A.DALTON.
_Those Stars are the meanest things on earth and want spifflicating._ J.LUCAS.
_We admire you for the magnificent stand you are making, but we don't see how you are going to keep it up._ M.FERGUSSON.
_It's frightfully slow without you._ I.BEVERLEY.
_We think you'll have to cave in and apologize._ S.YONGE.
_But, of course, not own up to something you never did._ J.CAMERON.
_We'll get even with those Stars to make up for this._ L.CARSON.
_Don't stick in the Sanatorium all night._ E.CARTMELL.
_It's no use getting too mad, old sport! Come right down and talk sense._ D.WATTS.
This united effusion was placed in an envelope, and carried by Agnes to her dormitory, where, after scouts in the garden had assured her that the coast was clear, she ventured on to the veranda, and gave a cooee which brought Peachy to the window above.

The latter let down her string and drew up the letter, which she pondered upon in private.

She was wise enough to accept the good advice, and when Miss Bickford appeared later on she tendered her apologies.

The teacher had possibly repented of her hasty accusation, for she did not refer to the matter of the inkwells, but merely required satisfaction for "insubordination." That being given Peachy was once more free, though she could hardly consider herself restored to full favor.
"I used to like Miss Bickford," she grumped, "but I really don't think she's been fair over this.

Why couldn't she ask each girl separately what she knew about it ?" "Much good that would have done.