It is just as well, I suppose." "Thank goodness, this is their last year here," muttered Emma.

"We shall have peace during our senior year at least, unless some other disturber appears on the scene." "Why, Emma Dean!" exclaimed Grace, "what is the matter with you to-night?
You aren't a bit like your usual self." "Then, I'm a successful Sphinx," retorted Emma satirically.
"Of course you are," smiled Grace.

"But you can be a successful Sphinx and be yourself, too.

But you haven't yet told me anything." "I'm coming to the information part now," went on Emma.

"About an hour ago, while the circus was in full swing, I slipped out of my Sphinx rig and, asking Helen to watch it,--she is made up as the Arab, you know,--I went for a walk around the bazaar.