The place must look absolutely innocent when they arrive." "We won't go too far.

Shout for us if you get so you can't bear it any longer," said Jess, putting the geraniums on like a stopper, and dragging Irene away.
Peachy's position was certainly not one of comfort, squatting at the bottom of the great jar, and she was relieved that she had not long to wait before the rival sorority arrived to hold its meeting.

The girls came scurrying, flushed after their games of tennis, and flung themselves down, some on the marble steps and some on the tiled seat.
Bertha, as the Camellia Buds had suspected, was evidently the high priestess, and opened the ceremony without delay.
"Members of the Starry Circle," she began hurriedly, "repeat your oath." "We vow to be loyal to one another and to our President, and never to reveal the secrets of our society," recited seven voices in reply.
("Aha!" chuckled Peachy to herself, in the depths of the gigantic jar.
"Got the name of your precious sorority slap-bang off!") "We've met together this afternoon," continued Bertha, "to settle finally what parts we're going to take at the carnival.

Ruth, just look round, please, and be _sure_ none of those wretched Camellia Buds is anywhere about." Bertha paused, while Ruth made a tour among the bushes, and seemed slightly puzzled when the latter reported: "Coast clear." "It's a funny thing," commented the President, "but I declare I can smell that particular strong lily-of-the-valley scent that Peachy is so fond of.

I suppose it's only fancy ?" "I can smell it too," confirmed Elsie, sniffing the air.
"Are there any lilies-of-the-valley out anywhere near ?" asked Mabel.
"No, it's too early for them." "Then somebody else must have the same scent, or have picked up Peachy's _mouchoir_ by mistake." A general examination of handkerchiefs followed, but each girl disclaimed all responsibility for the delicate odor.
"Queer! I can't understand it.