It was marked-- PRIVATE This must be opened in _absolute seclusion_ and its contents must be treated with the _Strictest Confidence_ A crowded classroom, with inquisitive form-mates ready to peep over her shoulder, did not seem the congenial atmosphere for the opening of the missive, so Irene was obliged to curb her curiosity until mid-morning "interval," when she gulped her glass of milk hastily, took her portion of biscuits, and, avoiding conversation, hurried down the garden to the seclusion of a stone arbor.

Here she tore open the envelope, and drew forth a large sheet of exercise paper.

On it was printed in bold black letters: "You are elected a member of the Sorority of Camellia Buds.

Please present yourself for initiation to-night at 8.10 prompt in No.

13.
Strictest secrecy enjoined." There was no signature, but Irene gave a smile of comprehension.
Dormitory No.