 Chapter 1 Who is the new girl in the class? asked Miriam Nesbitt, flashing her black eyes from one schoolmate to another as the girls assembled in the locker-room of the Oakdale High School. Her name's Pearson, that's all I know about her," replied Nora O'Malley, gazing at her pretty Irish face in the looking-glass with secret satisfaction. She's very quiet and shy, and looks as if she would weep aloud when her turn comes to recite, but I'm sure she's all right," she added good-naturedly, for Nora had a charming, sunny nature, and always saw the best if there was any best to see. She is very bright, broken, grace-halo decisively. She went through her Latin lesson without a mistake, which is certainly more than I could do. Well, I don't like her, pouted Miriam. I never trust those quiet little things, and besides, she is the worst-dressed girl in— Hush! —interrupted Jessica Bright, touching a finger to her lips. Here she is. A little brown figure entered the room just as Miriam finished speaking, but Jessica was too late with her warning. The young girl had, without doubt, heard the cruel speech, and her face flushed painfully as she pinned on a shabby old hat, slipped her arms into a thin black jacket, and stepped out again, without looking at the crowd of schoolmates who watched her silently. Miriam, I should think you'd learn to be more careful, exclaimed hot-tempered Nora, her soft heart touched by the appealing little stranger. Well, what difference does it make? replied Miriam. If Miss Pearson doesn't know already that she's the shabbiest girl in school, it's high time she found it out. I have a suspicion her mother takes in washing or something, and I mean to find it out right now. We can't invite a girl like that to our class, parties, and entertainments. She would disgrace us. Miriam said grace quietly, I believe we are all privileged to invite whom we please to our homes. I intend to give a class to you next Saturday, and I mean to follow Miss Pearson right now and ask her to help me receive. The two girls looked into each other's faces for a moment without speaking. Grace was quiet and contained, Miriam flushed, and furiously angry. They had been rival leaders always at the grammar school, but the rivalry had never come to open battle until now. Miriam was the first to drop her eyes. She did not reply, but from that moment she was the sworn enemy of Grace Harlow and her two friends, Nora and Jessica. While we had better hurry, said Jessica, trying to calm the troubled scene, nobody knows exactly where Miss Pearson lives, and she will be out of sight before we can catch her. The three girls ran lightly out of the basement of the final building that was the Pride of Oakdale. It was large and imposing, built of smooth grey stone, with four huge columns supporting the front portico. A hundred yards away stood the companion building, the Boys High School, exactly like the first in every respect, except that a wing had been added for a gymnasium, which the girls had the privilege of using on certain days. A wide campus surrounded the two buildings shaded by elm and oak trees. Certainly no other town in the state could boast of twin high schools as fine as these, and especially did the situation appeal to the people of Oakdale, for the ten level acres surrounding the two buildings gave ample space for the various athletic fields, and the doings of the high schools formed the very life of the place. But we must return to our three girls who were hurrying down the shady street, followed in a more leisurely and dignified fashion by Miriam and her friends. The shabby figure of the little stranger had just turned the corner as the girls left the high school grounds. Come on! cried Grace breathlessly leading the way. Having once made up her mind, she always pursued her point with a fine obstinacy regardless of opinion. When they had come to the cross street, they saw their quarry again, now making her way slowly toward the street next to the river. This was the shabbiest street in Oakdale, though no one knew exactly why, since the river bank might have been the chosen site for all the handsomest buildings, but towns are as incorrigible as people sometimes, and insist on growing one way when they should grow another, without the slightest regard for future appearances. And so, when little Miss Pearson stopped in front of one of the smallest and meanest cottages on River Street, the girls knew she must indeed be very poor. The house, small and full on, presented a sad countenance streaked with tear-stames from a leaky gutter. An uneven pavement led to the front door, which bore a painted sign, plain sowing. They paused irresolutely at the gate, and were taking counsel together when Miriam Nesbitt passed with her friends. She pointed at the door and laughed. Really, that girl's conduct is contemptible, exclaimed Grace, giving the wooden gate a vigorous push. I simply won't tolerate her rudeness. She is an unmitigated snob. Grace knocked on the door rather sharply to emphasise her feelings. It was opened almost immediately by Miss Pearson herself, still in her hat and coat, and in her surprise and embarrassment she almost shut the door in their faces. But Jessica's gentle smile reassured her, and Grace, who was a born leader, took her hand kindly and plunged at once into the subject. You left school so quickly this afternoon, Miss Pearson, that I didn't have a chance to see you. I have something very particular I want to ask you today. Won't you come in," said the other, opening the door into the parlour, which had an air of refinement about it in spite of its utter porousness. Anne, called a quarrelous voice down the passage, �Yes, mother, I am coming� answered the girl, hurrying out of the room with a frightened look in her eyes, in a few moments she was back again. �Please excuse me for leaving you� she said. �My mother is an invalid, and needs my sister on me with her constantly. Her name is Anne, then, thought Grace. I shall call her so at once and break the ice. Anne, she said aloud, �I think you know my friends, don't you? Look a bright, and Nora O'Malley, and I am Grace Harlow. �Oh, yes� replied Anne, brightening at the friendly advances of the others. �I remember your names from the roll call.� �Of course� replied Grace, �but I think we should all be more to each other than roll-call acquaintances,� we freshman, �I am very ambitious for our class. I wanted to be the best that ever graduated from Oakdale High School, and for that reason I think all the girls in it should try to be friends and work together to advance the cause. �I am going to start the ball rolling by giving a tea to our class next Saturday afternoon. Will you come and receive with Jessica, and Nora, and me?� Anne clasped her hands delightedly for a moment. Then her eyes filled with tears, and her lips trembled, so that the girls were afraid she might be going to cry. Tender hearted Jessica turned her face away for fear of showing too much sympathy. �I am sorry� said Anne at last, rather unsteadily, �but I am afraid I can't accept your delightful invitation. I—I beg your pardon� said a voice at the door, �I didn't mean to intrude on your visitors, Anne, but I couldn't help overhearing Miss Harlow's invitation. A small woman, much older than Anne, but very like her in face and figure, appeared at the door. �This is my sister� said Anne, taking the other's hand affectionately. Anne imagines she can't go, but she certainly can, went on the older Miss Pearson, calmly, not in the least embarrassed by the strange young girls. Of course she must go. I can arrange it easily. �But Mary� protested Anne. �Never mind little sister� interrupted Mary. �It will be all right. Miss Harlow, what time must she be there? But four o'clock, answered Grace, rising to go, and I am delighted that she can come. Remember, Anne, I am counting on you to pour the lemonade. The other girls are going to help with the sandwiches and ice-cream. By the way� she added as they went down the steps. Be sure and come to the basketball meeting at the gym this afternoon. And so it was arranged that Anne Pearson, the shabbiest and poorest girl in Oakdale High School, was to help receive at one of the prettiest and most charming houses in town. Miriam Nesbit's rudeness was to bring about a friendship between Anne Pearson and her three schoolmates that lasted a lifetime. After the half-past two o'clock dinner, which was the universal custom in Oakdale, the Chums met again at the gymnasium in the Boys High School. Wednesdays and Saturdays were nicknamed �Ladies Day� by the High School Boys, for on these afternoons the girls were permitted free use of the gymnasium. The meeting today was not for gymnastic exercises, however, but an important subject was to be discussed, the freshman basketball team. Also, the captain of the team was to be elected. Other club meetings were in full force when the girls arrived, and the great room vibrated with the hum of voices. The three freshmen, who knew better than to interrupt sophomores and juniors at their powwows, made their way quietly across the hall to the appointed place of rendezvous. Of course, the entire freshman class did not assemble to discuss this subject. Many members were not interested in basketball, except to look on. Girls who were overstudious and not physically strong could not at any rate play on the team, and therefore they seldom attended such meetings. Jessica Bright was one of these, nevertheless she followed her two friends, who had always been foremost in athletics at the Central Grammar School. The election of a captain was the first business of the meeting. That over, the captain, after due and serious consultation with a friendly cabinet, chose the players and their substitutes. Undoubtedly Grace Harlow had the coolest head in the class, and was the most to be relied upon at critical moments, yet Miriam Nesbit exerted a strange influence over her followers, who were almost her slaves. She was the richest of all the girls, and wore the costliest clothes. The parties she gave, from time to time, in her mother's large and handsome home, were the talk of the place. She was also the cleverest girl in the class, and had taken undisputed first place since she was a child. She was not a close student, but seemed to absorb her lessons in half the time that it took her friends to master them. Popular she certainly was, or rather she was feared by her schoolmates. Her masterful, overpowering spirit seemed to sweep everything before it. Grace Harlow was quite as powerful in her way, but she had a noble, unselfish disposition, and was much beloved by her friends. She stood well in her studies, but had never taken first place. Perhaps this was because she had interested herself so much in outdoor sports that she had not given enough time to study. Both girls were handsome, Miriam tall, dark and oriental looking, with flashing eyes and an imperious curve to her lips. Grace was also tall, with wavy chestnut hair, fine gray eyes, regular features, a full generous chin, and cheeks glowing with health. Miriam Nesbitt had already done a good deal of lobbying when the three girls arrived on the scene. She wished to be elected captain of the team at any cost, but Grace's adherents were holding off, quietly waiting for her arrival. Well, here you are at last, said Marion Barber, who had been preparing the ballots for the coming election. Marion was the busy girl of the class, and always made herself useful. Is everyone here, demanded Nora, scanning the crowd of freshmen with a view to ascertaining what her chums' chances were. All that intends coming, replied Miriam, the softie stayed away as usual. Suppose we wait five minutes, said Grace, looking at her watch, and then, if no one comes, we will cast the votes. No, no, exclaimed Miriam impatiently. I have an engagement, and can't spare any more time. I vote that we have the election at once, without waiting another moment. Very well, assented Grace, I only suggested waiting because Ann Pearson promised to come, and of course every girl in the class has a right to vote at the class elections. Ann Pearson, cried Miriam, turning crimson with suppressed rage. Yes, answered Grace calmly, but if everybody is agreeable, suppose we go ahead. Agreed, cried the others, and the ballots were cast. There was not much parliamentary practice in these class elections. Each girl wrote the name of her choice on a slip of paper, and dropped it in a hat. Four of the girls then counted the votes, and the one receiving the most slips was declared elected. The slips were dropped into the hat amid the silence of the company. Other sophomores and juniors, perched on parallel bars, watched the scene with superior amusement, but no notice was taken of their half-whispered jeers. The four girls then retired to count the votes. It's a tie, announced Marianne Barber, returning presently. A tie between Grace and Miriam. I wish some of the others would come and settle the matter. Here's someone, cried Nora, let her cast the decisive vote. Miriam's eyes blazed, but she held her peace. There was nothing to do but submit with an uneasy grace, but who could doubt what the outcome would be? However, she felt somewhat relieved when Grace said, I think we should cast the votes over again, and according to the rules we made last year, Miriam and I should not vote since the election rests between us. The votes were cast again, and timidly dropping her slip in the hat with the others, and as might have been expected, Grace was elected captain of the freshman basketball team of the Oakdale High School. More LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information, or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Christine Blashford. Grace Harlow's plea be here at High School, Chapter 2. The Sponsor of the Freshman Class. Grace asked Mrs. Harlow the day of the famous Freshman Tea. Have you asked some of the girls to help this afternoon? Bridget can attend to the sandwiches, but someone ought to pour the lemonade, and generally look after the wants of the others. Grace was arranging a bowl of china asters on the piano in her mother's charming drawing-room. The shining mahogany chairs and tables reflected the glow of the wood fire, for the day was chilly, and bright chintz-curtains at the windows gave a cheerful note of colour to the scene. Oh, yes, mother, replied Grace, Nora and Jessica, of course, and Anne Pearson. And who is Anne Pearson? I don't know who she is, answered Grace. I never knew her until she entered the High School, but she is terribly poor. Her mother is an invalid, and her sister takes in plain sewing. I really asked her at first, because Miriam Nesbit was rude to her one day, but I am beginning to like her so much now that I am glad I did it. She is as quiet as a little mouse, but she is fast taking first place in class. I believe she will outstrip Miriam before the end of the year. Don't ask me who she is, though. I haven't the least idea. But she is all right. I can promise you that. I am sorry for her, because she is poor. They live in a little broken-down cottage on River Street. Mrs. Harlow looked dubious. Grace was always bringing home stray people and animals, and the mother was accustomed to her daughter's whims. The young girl was familiar to all the ragamuffins of the town slum, and when she sometimes found one gazing wistfully through the fence palings of her mother's old-fashioned garden, she promptly led him round to the kitchen, gave him a plate of food on the back steps, picked him a small bouquet, and sent him off half dazed with her gracious and impetuous kindness. Well, my dear, I shall be prepared for anything, exclaimed Mrs. Harlow. But remember that feeding people on the back steps and asking them into the parlour to meet your friends and acquaintances are two different matters altogether. Don't be afraid, mother, replied Grace. You will like Anne as well as I do, once you get to know her. You must be careful not to frighten her at first. She is the most timid little soul I ever met. Just then the front gate clicked, and two girls strolled up the red brick walk, their light, organ-de-dresses peeping out from the folds of their long capes. Here come Nora and Jessica, cried Grace excitedly, running to the door to meet her friends. Mrs. Harlow smiled. In spite of Grace's sixteen years she was still her little girl. There was another click at the gate, and Mrs. Harlow saw through the parlour window a little dark figure, pathetically plain in its shabby coat and hat. Poor little soul thought the good woman, how I wish I could put her into one of Grace's muslins, but of course I couldn't think of offering to do such a thing. Mother said Grace, some minutes later, when the girls had laid aside their wraps and descended into the drawing-room, this is Anne Pearson, our new friend. Anne Pearson, small and shrinking, was dressed in a queer, old-fashioned black silk that had evidently been taken up and made short for the occasion. Mrs. Harlow's heart was touched to the quick, and she bent and kissed the young girl gently. How do you do, my dear, she said kindly, I am always glad to meet Grace's friends, and you are most welcome. Anne was too frightened almost to speak, this was the first party she had ever attended, and the beautiful room, the girls in their light-pretty dresses, the bowls of flowers, and the cheery fire-light nearly stupefied her. Mrs. Harlow disappeared into the little conservatory off the dining-room, returning in a moment with two big red roses which she pinned to Anne's dress. These red roses have been waiting for you all morning, she said, and they're just in their prime now. More guests began to arrive, and soon the room was full of young girls talking gaily together in groups or walking about, their arms around each other's wastes, after the manner of fifteen and sixteen. Grace had seated Anne at the dining-room table behind a large cut-glass bowl which almost hid her small figure. Grace knew from experience that this would be the most popular spot in the room, and she cautioned many of her friends to be kind to the timid little stranger. She knew also that giving Anne something to keep her occupied would relieve her embarrassment. Anne conscientiously filled and refilled the glasses, and in the intervals answered the questions put to her, but never asked any herself. Miriam Nesbit came in late with her two most intimate friends. She wore a resplendent dress of old rose-crape and a big black hat. Anne forgot her resentment when she caught sight of the vision and was lost in admiration. But she was brought sharply to her senses by a rude sneering laugh from the ill-bred girl, who was staring insolently at the old black silk gown. Anne flushed and hung her head. I am glad Mrs. Harlow gave me the flowers, she thought. They hid it a little, I think. Meantime there was the bustle of a new and important arrival. Grace and her mother ushered in a charming little old lady and seated her in the place of honour, a big leather chair between the windows. She wore a grey silk dress and a lavender bonnet, daintily trimmed in lace and white ostrich tips. Girls, said Grace, as a hush fell over the room, there is no need for me to introduce any of you to Mrs. Gray, who is the sponsor for the freshman class. There was a buzz of laughter and conversation again, and through the double doors Anne caught sight of the little old lady, talking gaily to her subjects seated like a diminutive queen on a large throne. Why is she the sponsor of the class, Anne asked of Jessica, who was hovering nearby? Oh, have you never heard, returned Jessica. Mrs. Gray's daughter died during her freshman year at high school long ago, and ever since then Mrs. Gray has offered a prize of twenty-five dollars for the girl who makes the highest average in her examinations at the end of the freshman year. She was made sponsor of the freshman class about ten years ago, so each year, soon after school opens, someone of the freshman gives a tea and invites her to meet the new girls. You must come in and be introduced too, as soon as you are through here. A prize of twenty-five dollars, repeated Anne, how I wish I might win it. It's even more than that, said Jessica, for a perfect examination she offers one hundred dollars, but needless to say no one has ever won the hundred. It is considered impossible to pass a perfect examination in every subject. One hundred dollars, exclaimed Anne, oh, if only I could. Well, you may win the twenty-five dollars anyway, Anne, said Jessica. I suppose the one hundred dollar prize is beyond the reach of human beings. And now, young ladies, Mrs. Gray was saying, smiling at the group of girls who surrounded her as she examined them through her lawn yet, most of you I have known since you were little tots, and your fathers and mothers before you, but I don't know which of you excels in her studies. Is it you, Grace, my dear? Grace shook her head vigorously. No indeed, Mrs. Gray, she replied, I can never be accused of overstudy. I suppose I'm too fond of basketball. It won't hurt you, my dear, said the old lady, tapping the girl indulgently with her lawn yet. The open air is much better than that of the school room, and so long as you keep up an average, I dare say you won't disappoint your mother. But none of you have told me yet who leads the freshman class in her studies. Miriam Nesbit, said several voices in unison. Ah, said Mrs. Gray, looking intently at Miriam. So you are the gold medal girl, Miriam. Neither me, what a young lady you are growing to be, but you must not study too hard, don't overdo it. Mrs. Gray had gone through this same conversation every year since any of the girls could remember and never failed to caution the head girl not to overstudy. There's no fear of that, Mrs. Gray, replied Miriam boastfully. My lessons give me very little trouble. Mrs. Gray broke in Nora O'Malley mischievously. Miriam Nesbit has a close second in the class, the first girl who has ever been known to come up to her. Miriam flushed, half angry, and half pleased at the adroit compliment. And who may that be, my dear, queried Mrs. Gray, searching about the room with her nearsighted blue eyes? It's Anne Pearson, replied Nora. Pearson, Pearson, repeated the little old lady. Why have I not met her? I do not seem to remember the name in Oakdale, but where is this wonderful young woman who is outstripping our brilliant Miriam? I feel a great curiosity to see her. Anne Pearson, Anne Pearson, called several voices while Grace began to search through the rooms and hall, at the first mention of her name, and had darted from her seat behind the lemonade bowl and rushed to the nearest shelter, which was the conservatory. Grace found her at last in the conservatory, crouched behind a palm. Come here, you foolish child, exclaimed Grace. You are wanted at once. Why did you run and hide? Mrs. Gray, the great Mrs. Gray, wishes to meet you. Think of that! Anne clasped the girl's strong hand with her two small ones. Oh, Grace, you whispered, won't you excuse me? I—you what? Silly! Come right along. Grace fairly dragged the trembling little figure into the drawing-room, where a silence had fallen over the group of young girls who watched the scene. Tattatt, my dear, exclaimed Mrs. Gray gently. You mustn't be afraid of me. I'm the most harmless old woman in the world." Then she tried to get a glimpse of Anne's downcast crimson face. I wanted particularly to meet you, child, went on Mrs. Gray, because I hear you are a formidable rival of the best people in the freshman class. That is a great boast for your friends to make for you, my dear. Mrs. Nesbitt is a famously smart girl, I'm told, but I wanted to meet you too, because you bear the name I love best in the world. Here the old lady's voice became very soft, and the girls suddenly remembered that the young daughter had been called Anne. Was there not a memorial window in the chapel of the high school of an angel carrying a lily, and underneath an inscription familiar to them all, in memory of Anne Gray, died in her freshman year, age sixteen. The girls moved off quietly, conversing in low voices, leaving Anne alone with her new friend. You are a very little girl to be so clever," said Mrs. Gray, patting one of Anne's small wrists as she looked into the dark eyes. Where do you live, dear? On River Street, replied Anne, undergoing the scrutiny calmly, now she found herself alone. River Street, repeated Mrs. Gray, trying to recall whom she had ever known living in that strange quarter of the town. Have you been long in Oakdale? She went on. A few years, ma'am," replied Anne. And what is your father's business, my child? Continued the old lady remorselessly. Anne blushed and hung her head, and for a moment there was no reply to the question. Presently she drew a sharp breath as if it hurt her to make the confession. My father does not live here, was what she said. My mother is an invalid. My sister supports us with sewing. As soon as I finish in the high school I shall teach. Mrs. Gray put an arm around the girl's waist and drew her down beside her. I am a stupid old woman, child. You must forgive me. Old people forget their manners sometimes. Will you come and see me very soon? Perhaps to-morrow after church you will take luncheon with me. I want to know you better." She drew a card from the beaded reticule that hung at her side. Remember, at half-past twelve, she said, giving the girl's hand an extra squeeze as she rose to go. After Mrs. Gray had taken her departure, a free and easy atmosphere was restored, and the girls began talking and laughing without the restriction of an older person's presence. Mrs. Harlow, shortly after this, also left them to themselves. Let's do some stunts, proposed Grace. Nora, will you give us your imitations? She replied, Nora, if Miriam will promise to sing, and Jessica will do her Greek dance, and Georgie will play for us. All right! came a chorus of voices. We've done it off before, but we'll do it over again if the company so wishes, said Georgie Pine, one of the brightest and gayest girls in the class. The others seated themselves in a semi-circle while each girl gave her little performance, and at the conclusion was applauded enthusiastically. Nora had a real talent for mimicry. She convulsed her audience with imitations of some of the high school teachers. When it came Miriam's turn, she sat down at the piano with a queer look on her face. I believe she means Miss Chief thought Grace to herself as she watched the girl curiously. Miriam ran a brilliant scale up the piano, for music was another of her many accomplishments, then she paused and turned to the others. I won't sing, she said, unless Miss Pearson promises to recite her something first, pose Raven, for instance. Grace flushed angrily, and was about to interfere when, to her surprise, Anne herself replied, I should be glad too if that is the poem you like best, I always preferred Annabelle Lee. Miriam was too amazed to answer. She could never form an idea of what it cost Anne in self-control to acquiesce, but the young girl had gained a new strength that day. So many people had been kind to her, and what is more, interested in her welfare. She rose quietly and walked to the middle of the semi-circle. Grace and her chums were in an agony of fear lest poor Anne should break down, and so distressed them all except the unkind Miriam. However, they need not have troubled themselves, and fixed her eyes on the far wall of the dining-room and commenced to recite the Raven in a clear musical voice that deepened as she repeated the stanzas. The girls forgot the shabby little figure in its ill-fitting black silk, and saw only Anne's small white face and glowing eyes. Not Miss Tebs herself, teacher of English and Elocution at the High School, could have improved upon the performance. It was perfectly done, said Grace afterwards, telling the story to her mother. It was almost uncanny and quite creepy towards the last. When the performance was over, the girls crowded around little Anne with eager congratulations, but strange to say, everyone forgot that Miriam had given her promise to sing. What the crestfallen Miriam kept wondering was, wherever did she learn to do it? CHAPTER III Grace and her two friends, Jessica and Nora, were also invited to Mrs. Gray's lunch in the next day, after church. Grace had often taken meals in the beautiful house on Chapel Hill, but the other girls had never been privileged to do more than sit in the large, shady parlours, while their mothers paid an afternoon call. It was with some excitement, therefore, that the three girls met in front of the Catholic church, of which Nora was a member, and strolled up the Broad Street together. As they passed the little Episcopal chapel, which had given the hill its name, Anne Pearson joined them. She looked grave and excited, and there was a feverish glow in her eyes. Anne, my child, exclaimed, Grace, who always seemed much older than the others. How late do you study at night? I believe you are working too hard. You look tired out." I'm not tired, replied Anne. I don't mind studying, only so much has happened in the last few days, and now we're going to lunch in with Mrs. Gray. I've seen her house. It's very beautiful from the outside, more beautiful than the nesbits, I think, because it's older, and there is such a pretty garden at the side. Anne said, Jessica, we're counting on you to win the prize. There is no reason why a rich girl like Miriam Nesbit should get it. She doesn't need the money in the first place, and in the second she's already had enough glory to turn her head, being beaten won't hurt her at all. I would rather win it, answered Anne, with passionate fervour, than almost anything in the world, and think of the big prize of a hundred dollars if I could win that. Words failed to express her enthusiasm, and she paused and clasped her hands. Oh, well, we won't expect that of you, replied Grace. Nobody could be expected to pass a perfect examination. That's an impossible achievement. I shall try, anyway, said Anne, in a low voice. Just then they were joined by a young man of about eighteen who lifted his hat politely to them. May I walk with you? He asked of Grace. You seem to be going my way this morning. Certainly, David, we are going your way. We are lunching with your next-door neighbour, Mrs. Gray, but you must let me introduce you to Miss Pearson. Anne, this is Mr. Nesbit, Miriam's brother. Anne flashed at the mention of Miriam's name and bowed distantly to the newcomer, who was a junior at the high school, and quite grown up to the young freshman. David Nesbit, like his sister, was tall, dark, and handsome, but unlike her he was quiet and unassuming. He too stood at the head of his classes, but he was not athletic as Miriam was, and spent most of his time in the school laboratory, experimenting, or working at a home on engines and machinery of his own contriving. However, there was nothing snobbish in David's attitude. He greeted Anne as cordially as he had the others. We never see you now, David, continued Grace. You are always so busy with your inventions and contrivances. What is the latest? A flying machine? You guessed right the very first time, replied David, it is just that. Really laughed the girls incredulously, while Anne's eyes grew large with interest. Shall you fly round Oakdale in it? asked Jessica. Oh, we are not building big ones yet, answered David. These are little fellows, models, you know. The big ones may come later. Six of the junior and senior fellows have been working on them all summer. We started it in the manual training course. After we had learned to hammer things out of silver, and do wood carving, and a few other little useful accomplishments, I suggested a flying machine to Professor Blitz, and he fell to it like a ripe peach. It was too late to do anything last spring except talk, however, but we are almost ready now after our labours this summer. Ready for what, demanded Grace, if you are not going to fly yourselves? For our exhibition, why don't you come and see it at the gym next Friday night? We can't, we aren't invited, answered Nora, tossing back her saucy little curls. I'll invite you, said David. This will admit four young ladies to the high school gym, he continued, taking out a card and writing on it, at 7.30 Thursday evening. Then everybody isn't invited, demanded Jessica. No, not everybody, replied David, just a chosen few, and you must be sure to come to, Miss Pearson, he added, turning to Anne, who all this time had been silently listening to the conversation. I should love to, she answered, giving him a grateful glance. I'll leave you here, said David, turning in at a gravel driveway that led to the Nesbitt House, a very large and ornate building standing far back from the street in the midst of a well-kept lawn. I wish Miriam would take a few lessons in manners from her brother of murmured grace when they were out of hearing distance. He is certainly one of the nicest boys in high school, said Jessica. If he only played football, said Grace, with a sigh, and danced, added Nora. I don't know how to dance, nor did I ever see a game of football, said Anne, meaning that Mr. David suits you, Miss Anne, said Grace, teasingly. It was nice of him to ask me too, was all Anne said in reply. How do you do, my dears? said Mrs. Gray, a few moments later, when John, the aged butler, ushered the girls into the long, old-fashioned parlour. You are most kind to come and cheer up a lonely old woman. I shall expect you to be very gay, and tell me all the gossip of the Oakdale High School, the four of you. Luncheon has served, ma'am, announced John, where at the sprightly old lady led the way to the dining-room. Over the delicious broiled chicken and other good things, they discussed the affairs of the school, the new teacher in mathematics, Miss Lease, who was so unpopular, the girls' principal, Miss Thompson, beloved by all the pupils, the merits of the freshman basketball team, and a dozen other schoolgirl topics that seem to delight the ears of Mrs. Gray. The truth is, she said, I believe this freshman class is going to be one of the finest Oakdale High School has ever turned out. I have a feeling that I shall be very proud of my new girls, and at Christmas time I mean to do something I have never done before, if all goes well. Oh, do tell us what it is Mrs. Gray cried the girls in great excitement. I mean to celebrate with the largest Christmas party that's been given an Oakdale for many a long year. Grace, you shall manage it for me, and all of you shall help me decorate the tree in the house. We'll invite the freshman boys and have a real dance with Olson's band for the music. Oh! Oh! cried the girls ecstatically, even quiet and joining in the chorus. By the way, went on Mrs. Gray, do you know any girl who would like to come up and read to me twice a week, and write my notes for me? I'm getting to be an old woman. My eyesight is growing dim. Is there any girl who would like to earn a little pocket money, but you must have a sweet, soft voice like Anne's here? Anne would be the very girl herself Mrs. Gray suggested, Grace. She reads and recites beautifully, You are not sure it would trespass on your time too much, Anne, observed the wily old lady. I don't want to impose on you. Anne's face fairly radiated with happiness. Could those girls possibly guess how much it meant to her to earn a little money? Five dollars was to her an enormous sum. And perhaps she might earn as much as that in time. Might I do it? she exclaimed, beside herself with joy. Grace turned her face away a moment. She felt almost ashamed of her own comfortable prosperity, and how like Mrs. Gray it was to do a kind thing in that way as if Anne would be conferring a favour by accepting the position. Indeed you might, my dear, and I feel myself lucky to get the brightest girl in her class and maybe in Oakdale High School to come and entertain me twice a week. Chapter 4 of Grace Harlow's Plebe Year at High School This is a LibriVox recording, or LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Christine Blashford. Grace Harlow's Plebe Year at High School by Jesse Graham Flower. Chapter 4 The Black Monks of Asia Who wants to go nutting, demanded Grace Harlow in the basement cloakroom a few afternoons later? We do, came a chorus of voices. I don't, answered one. Don't you like nutting parties, Miriam? asked Grace. She's too old, put in a sophomore. This is a young people's party, I presume. Well, it's not a sophomore party at any rate, retorted Nora. Mamma, mamma cried a number of other sophomores imitating the cries of a baby. The freshmen were netled by the superior attitude of the older class, but they knew better than to say anything more just then. Never mind girls, said Grace in a low voice after the sophomores had strolled away. We'll be sophomores ourselves next year. Now all who want to join the party meet Nora and Jessica and me at the old omnibus house at 3.30, and above all, don't give the meeting place away. Not in a thousand years, said Marion Barber. It was evident that Miriam Nesbit had hoped to break up the party by declining to go herself. But she was not quite strong enough in the class to divide it utterly, and she went off in a huff, with the secret wish to take revenge on somebody, as she started up Chapel Hill to her home. She was joined by one of the sophomore girls, who lived across the street. Your plebes are getting away from you, Miriam, exclaimed the older girl in a bantering tone. You haven't got them well in hand yet. Nothing parties should be left behind for the grammar school pupils. They certainly should, replied Miriam in a disgusted tone. It's Grace Harlow who gets up all these foolish children's games. She's nothing but a tomboy anyhow. She's the captain of the basketball team, isn't she? asked the other dryly. Yes, admitted Miriam reluctantly, but she never would have been if she hadn't brought along all her friends to vote for her. You whistled the sophomore. You don't mean to say it wasn't a fair election. Oh, fair enough, said Miriam, except that I didn't bother to bring any of my special friends, and she did. I don't call that exactly fair. Oh, well, consoled the other. You have a few things coming to you anyway, Miriam. You're at the head of your class, as usual, I suppose." Miriam nodded her head without answering. She was thinking of little Anne Pearson, and what a close race they were running together, even studying harder than she had ever had to do before, Miriam found it difficult to keep up with Anne. Where are they going? asked the other girl suddenly, after they had walked along a few minutes in silence. Where are who going? asked Miriam. Why the nutting-party, of course? Here was Miriam's chance for revenge. The sophomores were a famously mischievous class, and this girl was one of its ringleaders. Back in grammar school days they had played many pranks on their school fellows, and even in their freshman year they had dared to turn off all lights one night at a dance of older schoolmates. If I tell, you won't give me away, will you? asked Miriam. I promise, said the older girl. Very well, then. They meet at three-thirty at the omnibus house on the river road. Good! said the sophomore. Don't you want to come along and see the fun? Don't count on me! answered Miriam, turning in at her gate with mixed feelings of shame and triumph. The omnibus house, which had been chosen by Grace as the class meeting-place, was an old stone building standing in the middle of an orchard. It was now in ruins, but tradition set it down as a former inn and stagecoach station built before the days of railroads, and finally burned by the Indians. There was a curious hieroglyphic sign cutting a stone slab in the front wall, which one of the high school professors interested in archaeology had deciphered as follows. Peace and justice reign over Mount Asia Tavern. Here the crowd of high school plebs, as the sophomores scornfully dubbed them, met in Conclave, partly to gather nuts in the woods nearby, partly to discuss class matters, but chiefly to enjoy the crisp autumn weather. The woods were still gorgeous in russets and reds in spite of the recent heavy frosts, and there was a smell of burning leaves and dry bracken in the air. The girls skipped about like young ponies. If this is childish, cried Grace, then I'd like to be a child always, for I shall play in the woods when the notion strikes me, even if I'm a grandmother. There was a smothered snicker at this from the inside of the old stone house, but the girls were too intent on their enjoyment to notice it. Young ladies exclaimed Nora O'Malley, trailing her cape after her to make her skirts look longer, and twisting her mouth down to give her face a severe expression. You are not in your usual form to-day, I must ask for better preparation hereafter. There was a peel of joyous laughter from the other girls. Miss Lease to a dot, cried Jessica. Miss Bright went on Nora, you will please pay attention to the lesson. If you do not, young woman, I shall have to punish you in the old-fashioned way. You will, will you? cried Jessica, rushing gaily upon her friend. Come on and try it, then. The other girls followed, and there was a tussle to pull Nora down from the stone upon which she had clambered to protect herself. Shrieks, struggles, and wild laughter followed, while Nora fought desperately to hold her position. So absorbed were they in friendly battle that they had not noticed a troop of black-robed figures leaving the ruined omnibus house and stealthily approaching. Nora was the first to see the ominous circle. She stopped short and pointed with unmistakable terror at the masked and hooded persons who were watching them silently. There was a moment of frozen horror when the girls turned around. This was a lonely spot, too remote from any dwelling to call for help. Besides, the freshmen were outnumbered by these weird figures who appeared not unlike monks in their somber cows, although their faces were absolutely hidden by black masks. The girls clustered together around the rock like a group of frightened chickens. Jessica had turned pale. She was not very robust, and often overtaxed her strength to keep up with her two devoted friends. The tallest of the masked figures then spoke in a queer, deep voice. Young women, are you not aware that this is a sacred spot devoted for generations past to the black monks of Asia, whose home this building was before it became a road-house for stagecoaches? Never invade this spot again with your hilarity, and now we will permit you to go, marching out single file without looking back. But first, through your leader, you must give your word never to mention this meeting to any one. If you refuse this promise, we shall punish you as only the black monks of Asia know how to punish persons who have offended the order. The leader will please step forward. There was a moment's whispered conversation among the freshmen. Then Grace, urged by her friend, said, We promise. Now march out single file as agreed, resumed the black monk of Asia, his voice trembling a little with suppressed emotion of some sort. The girls started to move out of the enclosure single file, Grace leading the procession, when a gust of wind blew the robe of the leading monk apart, disclosing a navy blue surge walking scat. Grace's quick eye caught sight of the scat at once, and breaking from the line, she charged straight into the group of black monks, crying, Sophomores, Sophomores! The other girls ran after her, screaming at the tops of their voices, and there might have been almost a free fight between the two classes had not the black monks of Asia scattered in every direction, running at utmost speed. Come on back, girls, cried Grace in a disgusted tone. She had chased a monk half way across the orchard, then stopped to wonder what she would do if she caught the tall black-robed individual, who had indecoriously caught up her skirts and was flying well ahead over the rough ground. One by one the plebs returned to their meeting-place. Well, that was a sell, uttered Nora disgustedly. How shall we ever manage to get even with those mean Sophomores? If we don't, exclaimed Grace, we shall never hear the last of it in Oakdale. But who gave us away? demanded Jessica. Did any one drop a hint to the Sophomores of our secret meeting-place? I didn't, said one girl after another. Perhaps they followed us, suggested Marion Barber. No one followed me, asserted Grace. I was careful to look behind and see. Nor me. Nor me! exclaimed several of her classmates. No, said Nora. Somebody must have overheard and given the secret away. Not me, but Grace stopped before she had finished the name. The girls looked at each other. Could Miriam Nesbitt have been so false to her class? No one replied, but each made a secret resolution to ferret out Miriam's suspected treachery if it were the last act of her life. Let's start home now, said Grace. It's too late to go nutting anyhow, and these foolish Sophomores have spoiled the afternoon, for me at least. If we don't cook up something to pay them back, the name of freshman will be disgraced forever more. However, the afternoon adventures were not at an end. As the group of girls started toward the road some distance away, trying not to look crestfallen, a gruff voice from the far side of the omnibus house called, Hold up there! The girls took no notice, thinking it was more upper-class tricks. Five rough-looking men emerged from a grove of elders which grew about the building. The young girls were really frightened this time. No Sophomore could disguise herself like this. These were undoubtedly genuine roughians of the worst type, hungry, blear-eyed, and ragged. What shall we do? whispered Jessica, clinging to Grace desperately. Everybody run, answered her friend, trying to be calm as the five men advanced on them, but when they broke away to run toward the distant road they found their retreat cut off by the tramps who were active enough as soon as the girls showed signs of flight. Burke of them lay the dense woods into which the Sophomores must have plunged and departed for town by another road, Seeing that escape was impossible, since if some got away others would be caught, and no girl was willing to desert her friends, the frightened plebs paused again and clustered about their leader. What do you want? asked Grace of one of the men. First your money, then your jewellery, answered the tramp, insolently leering at her. But suppose we haven't any money or jewellery, replied Grace. So much the worse for you, then, answered the tramp in a threatening tone. He can have this gold bracelet, exclaimed Jessica, slipping the band from her arm. But Grace was not listening. Her attention was absorbed by a group of people passing in a straggling line on the road. Lifting up her voice she gave the high school yell, which had been familiar to every high school boy and girl for the last twenty years. High, high, high, high, high, Oakdale, Oakdale High School! As she expected the call was answered immediately, and some of the loiterers along the highway vaulted the fence at one bound. Help! cried all the girls in chorus. Help, help! It's some of the high school boys exclaimed Nora in a relieved voice as the rescuers came bounding through the orchard. The tramps looked irresolute for a moment, but when they saw that the newcomers were five boys, they held their ground. What do you want? said the tallest boy, with a flaming head of red hair, as he confronted one of the traps. Thank heaven it's Reddy Brooks, picture on the sophomore baseball team, whispered Grace, unable to conceal her joy. Is that any of your business, young man, demanded the tramp showing his teeth like an angry dog? It's my business to protect these young ladies, answered Reddy Brooks, and I'll do it if I have to shed somebody's blood in the attempt. Ho, ho, ho! laughed the big tramp, clapping his hands to his sides and almost dancing a jig in his amusement. In the meantime Reddy had cast his eyes about for some kind of weapon. There was not a stick nor stone in sight. The only thing he could find was a pile of winter apples that had evidently been collected by the owner of the orchard to be barreled next day. Reddy made a rush for the pile to the amazement of his fellow students, who imagined for a moment that he was running away. They soon found out his purpose, however, when the apples came whizzing through the air with well-aimed precision. The first one hit the biggest tramp squarely on the chin and almost stunned him. Each boy then chose his man, and the five ruffians were soon running across the orchard to the wood. The boys after them, their pockets bulging with apples. Laughing and yelling like wild Indians, they pelted their victims until the men disappeared in the forest. The girls, who had forgotten their fright and the excitement of the chase, were laughing too and urging on the attacks exactly as they would have done at one of the college football games. Perhaps they had had a narrow escape, but it was great fun now, especially when Reddy brooks through one of his famous curved balls and hit a tramp plump on the back of the head. Oh! cried Nora, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. I never had such a good time in all my life. Wasn't it great? Wasn't it, though, grinned Reddy as the boys returned from the field of victory? Lots more fun than throwing balls at dummies at the county fair, wasn't it, fellows? You girls ought to be careful how you walk out here alone at this time of the year, said Jimmy Burke. There are a great many tramps around now, going south in bunches to spend the winter in Palm Beach, no doubt. We'll never do it again, answered Grace. Never again, exclaimed Nora, raising her right hand to heaven. I suppose Farmer Smithson will wonder what became of his apples, observed Reddy. Oh! well, he has so many acres of orchards, I don't suppose he'll miss this one little pile. And the crowd started gaily off to town. But the girls of the freshman class had not forgotten, or were given, the black monks of Asia. All along the walk Grace was turning over and over in her mind some scheme of revenge. Nothing seemed feasible, however. The sophomores were so well up in tricks that it would be difficult to deceive them. Suppose, Grace proposed suddenly aloud, we ask David Nesbitt's advice to-morrow night when we go to the Flying Machine exhibition. After that she dismissed the subject from her mind for the time being. CHAPTER V On the night of the Flying Machine exhibition the Four Chums, for Anne had now been formally adopted by Grace and her friends, arrived somewhat early at the great arch doorway leading into the gymnasium. They were all somewhat excited over this new experience. There had been many balloon ascensions at the State Fair, and once a dirigible airship had sailed over the town of Oakdale. But to see a real flying machine with all its grace and elegance and lightness was like stepping onto another planet where progress had advanced much faster than it had on this. At least so thought Anne as she followed her friends into the building. There was a sound of puffing and churning during which David arrived in a cloud of smoke on his motorcycle. I mean to learn to ride one of those queer machines exclaimed Grace from the doorway, never dreaming what an important part that very machine was one day to play in the history of Oakdale. All right, you're welcome to, replied David, jumping off as he stopped the motor. Come over to the campus tomorrow afternoon and I'll give you your first lesson. Is that really an invitation? asked Grace, for I shall accept it if it is. It certainly is, answered the young man, and I shall expect you to make a very excellent prize pupil, not like Reddy Brooks who tumbled off and smashed his nose because he suddenly forgot how to manage the breaks. A few other people gathered in the roomy gymnasium to see the exhibition, but the girls could see that it was a very exclusive company they had been invited to join. There were, in fact, no other girls except Miriam Nesbitt, who came late with her mother, a handsome quiet woman to whom her son David bore a marked resemblance. Grace and her friends spoke to Mrs. Nesbitt cordially, while Miriam bowed coldly, and confined all her attentions to Miss Lease, the unpopular teacher of mathematics. Miriam ignored Anne entirely. And now, ladies, if you will all be seated, the show will begin, announced David, leading them to the spectator's benches ranged against the wall. Don't expect anything wonderful of mine, he added. It's only in the first stages so far. I'm afraid she'll break down, but she's a great little machine just the same, isn't she, mother? She is wonderful, I think, David, replied Mrs. Nesbitt, who was a very shy, quiet woman, almost entirely wrapped up in her only son. Miriam had always been too much for her, and she had long since given up attempting to rule or direct her brilliant, willful daughter. Mrs. Nesbitt said, Grace, this is Anne Pearson, one of the brightest girls in the freshman class. How do you do, said Mrs. Nesbitt cordially, giving the girl her hand. You are a newcomer, are you not? I haven't heard Miriam speak of you. She is a newcomer, mother, but I hear she's giving your daughter Miriam a stiff pull for first place, said David teasingly. I wish you'd keep quiet, David, exclaimed his sister angrily. You always talk too much. Miriam remonstrated her mother. Miss Nesbitt, said Miss Lease, in a disagreeable, harsh voice, will have no trouble, I think, in holding her own. The teacher gave Anne such a glare from her pale blue eyes that the poor child shrank behind Grace in embarrassment. Dear, dear, murmured Mrs. Nesbitt helplessly, she disliked exceedingly the scenes to which her daughter often subjected the family. David only laughed good-naturedly. The exhibition is about to begin, he said, and disappeared into the room where the ships were to be put through their performances. In a few moments, six young airship builders appeared, each carrying in his arms the result of his summer's labours. There was vigorous applause from everybody except Miriam, who was too angry with her brother to enjoy the spectacle. The aeroplanes were all copies of well-known models, except David's, which was of an entirely new and original design of his own invention. It looked something like a flying fish, the girls thought, with its slender oblong body, gauzy fins at the sides, and a funny little forked tail at the stern. The models were too light for machinery, so rubber bands secured crisscross in the boughs, when suddenly released with a snap gave the little ships the impetus they needed to fly the length of the gymnasium. Only four of the six, however, were destined to fly that evening. They soared straight down the big room as easily and gracefully as great white birds, and dropped gently when they hit the curtain at the other end, their builders running after them as eagerly as boys sailing kites. One of the models fluttered and settled down before it reached the other side, and David's machine, which had commanded most attention because it was different, started out bravely enough, its little propeller making a busy humming as it skimmed along, but it had gone hardly ten yards before it collapsed and ignominously crashed to the floor. "'I'm glad of it,' said Miriam above the din, for everyone had gathered about the young man to offer sympathy and congratulations at the same time. "'It's very, very clever, my boy,' said Professor Blitz, "'and you'll succeed yet if you keep at it.' "'She wouldn't go far, David,' said Grace, stroking the little model as if it had been a pet dog, but she's the prettiest of all just the same. "'Did it hurt it when it fell?' Anne asked him. "'I think it broke one of its little fins,' laughed David. "'It hurt me much more than itself, because it wouldn't be good and fly all the way. "'Anne called Grace, here is someone looking for you. It's a boy with a note.' Anne looked frightened as she opened a soiled-looking envelope. The boy handed her. "'Is anything the matter?' asked Jessica, seeing the expression of fear on her face. "'No, yes,' answered poor little Anne, undecidedly. "'I must go home, or rather, I mustn't go the way I came. Don't you think I could leave at a side entrance? I don't want to see the person who is waiting for me in front. Of course, child,' spoke up Grace. "'We'll see you home ourselves, won't we, girls? "'Wait until I lock up my motorcycle, and I'll go along called David. We'll all protect Miss Anne.' "'Tell him,' said Anne to the boy, putting the note back in the envelope and giving it to him, that what he asks is impossible. "'Couldn't you squeeze us into the carriage, mother?' asked David, returning presently with his hat. "'I have invited Miss Lees to drive home with us, mother,' interrupted Miriam, giving her brother a blighting glance. "'There is room for only one more person. Perhaps Jessica will take it.' "'You are very kind,' said Jessica coldly, but I prefer to walk with the girls. "'You'd better walk, too, cross-patch, and learn a few manners from your friends,' was David's parting advice to his sister. "'Children, children,' exclaimed Mrs. Nesbitt, "'don't I beg of you quarrel in public?' Presently the five young people had slipped out of a side-door of the gymnasium and started down a back-street in the direction of Anne's house. They had not gone far, however, before they became aware that they were being followed. Grace was the first to call the attention of Nora and Jessica to a long, slim figure stealing after them in the shadows. "'Here he comes,' whispered Jessica. "'What in the world do you suppose he wants with our poor little Anne? "'I believe he's going to stop us,' returned Grace. "'He is coming nearer and nearer.' "'Anne, I command you to wait,' called the voice from behind them. They all stopped. Suddenly an Anne jumped as though she had received a shock. At all theatrical-looking individual had come up to them. He wore a shabby frockcoat and a black slouch-hat, which he raised with an elaborate flourish when he saw the young girls. "'Pardon me, ladies,' he said, but I wish to speak with my daughter.' "'Anne controlled herself with an effort. "'I cannot see you now, Father,' she said. "'It is quite late, and I must get back.' "'You shall not only speak to me, but you shall come with me,' exclaimed the man with a sudden flare of anger. "'I will not submit to disobedience again. Come at once.' "'Father, I cannot go with you,' cried Anne, clinging to her friends. "'I would rather be with Mother and Mary. They need me more than you do, and I want to go to school and study to be a teacher.' The man was now beside himself with theatrical rage. "'Miserable child,' he cried, waving his arms wildly. "'I shall take you if I must by force.' Breaking through the group, he seized the hand of his daughter and dragged her after him. "'Oh, save me,' cried the poor girl, struggling to release herself. "'I can't stand this. If she doesn't want to go with him, she shan't father or no father,' growled David, dashing after the pair. "'Stop, sir,' he cried, seizing Anne's other hand. "'I must ask you to release this young lady at once.' "'Insolent boy,' cried the other, giving each word an oratorical flush. "'Are you not aware that this young lady, as you call her, is merely a child, and that she happens to be my daughter? I cannot see that you have a right to interfere in a family matter.' "'But I have no proof that Miss Pearson is your daughter,' retorted David. "'It is enough that she doesn't want to go with you. I undertook to see her safely to her own home this evening, and I mean to do it. After that you may settle your difficulties as you please.' "'Miserable upstart,' cried the man now, so thoroughly angry that he let go Anne's hand. "'I have a good mind to give you what you deserve. As for you, undutiful wretched girl,' he added, with his voice rising to an emotional tremolo, "'You shall be well punished for this.' "'Don't wait,' whispered Anne. "'If we run, we can get away now while he is so angry.' At that they all took to their heels, David following after them, much relieved to have given Anne's father the slip without further disagreeable argument. No one spoke until they had reached the Pearson cottage and had seen Anne safely to the front door. "'I'm so sorry,' she exclaimed at last, trying not to cry. "'I wouldn't for anything have had it happen, and just when you were all beginning to like me a little, will you forgive me?' "'Forgive you, Anne,' cried Grace, "'it wasn't your fault. We are only awfully sorry for you.' "'We will just forget all about it, and never speak of it to any one,' promised Jessica, taking the girl's hand kindly. "'But I want you to understand that I was right in not going,' protested Anne. "'Someday I will explain.' "'Of course you were right,' said David, "'and I hope you will never be persuaded to go. "'Thank you all a thousand times,' came gratefully from Anne, "'and good night.' Then she disappeared into the cottage. "'Well, this was a night's adventure,' observed Grace, as they started homeward. "'I'm afraid Anne's father is a night's adventurer,' muttered David. "'He looks mightily like one of those strolling actors who go barnstorming through country towns. "'Poor Anne, do you suppose he wants her to barnstorm?' asked Nora. "'I haven't a doubt of it,' replied the young man. "'I think you girls had better adopt that poor child and look after her.' "'We have already,' answered Grace. "'Didn't Miriam tell you about it?' "'Miriam? No, she never tells me anything. Besides, what has she to do with it?' The girls were silent. "'By the way,' continued Grace. "'Speaking of barnstorming, we want to ask your advice, David. The Sophomores played a mean trick on us the other day at the old omnibus house. "'I heard something about the black monks of Asia,' answered David, laughing. "'Can't your inventive brain devise a scheme of revenge?' went on Grace. "'If we don't get even with them soon, the story will be all over town.' "'Well,' replied David. "'I can tell you a secret I happened to have overheard when one of the Sophomores was calling on Miriam. I was an eavesdropper entirely by accident, but what I heard might help some. The Sophomores are going to give an initiation mask-ball a week from Saturday night. Only the class and a few outsiders, among them Miriam, are to be present. Everybody is to be in fancy dress and disguised out of all recognition. Can't you work up a scheme with that to go upon girls?' "'We certainly can,' cried Nora. "'It's the chance of a lifetime. Just wait and see,' exclaimed Grace. "'By the way, David, you didn't happen to overhear the password, did you?' asked Jessica. "'I did,' he replied. "'Nothing escaped me, for I was caught in a trap. You know I don't care for that large, husky young damsel who leads the Sophomores, and if I had made my presence behind the screen known, I should have had to speak to her. So I just sat still and said nothing. The password is Asia.' "'They are trying to rub it in,' I suppose,' cried Grace. "'But I think they won't be so ready to use that word after their old ball is over. If you want any help,' offered David, as he left Grace at her front door. "'You know where to come for it, don't you?' "'You're a true brick, David,' said Grace. "'Good night.'" The Sophomores themselves were full of secrets, whispering around in groups, their faces graved with self-important expressions. This was to be their annual initiation ball, and many new members, after receiving initiation into the various Sophomore societies, were to be invited to the gymnasium, which had been turned over to the class for the evening. There was no end to the fun of these balls, according to Feminine Gossip, for no male was ever admitted, and only three invitations were issued to girls of other classes. It was, in fact, to be nothing but fun and frolic, and every costume had been planned weeks ahead. One teacher was asked to be present to keep order in case of intrusion, for the gymnasium door on that famous night was always besieged by youths from the boys' high school, who roared and jeered as each cloaked and masked figure rushed under the archway and disappeared. The freshmen, all through the day, were unusually quiet. They kept to themselves and had little to say. Miriam and her three particular friends were carefully avoided by their classmates. Miriam herself felt the snub at once. Had she, after all, made a mistake, and was she losing ground in the class, but her vanity was like a life-boy to her sinking hopes, she refused to see that the other girls regarded her with growing dislike. When school was over, that afternoon, six girls strolled down the high school walk arm in arm. They were Grace and her three chums, and two other girls who were popular in the freshman class. Anne's small figure seemed almost dwarfed next to Grace, who towered half a foot above her, ever since Anne's trying scene with her father, Grace had been doubly tender and kind to her, until the young girls seemed to expand under the happy influence. Well, girlies, dear, we are the chosen six. I hope we shall be a credit to the class. Don't talk so loudly, Nora. I feel as if we were surrounded by spies today. Everybody has been so mysterious and queer. One thing is practically certain, whispered Grace. I believe it was Miriam who told the sophomores about the omnibus house. Why else did they invite her to their ball? We can never prove it, though, said one of the others, unless we get her up a tree some day and make her admit it. Remember Anne cautioned Grace when they came to the cross street leading to the Pearson cottage, eight o'clock sharp at my house, and don't bother about things, we shall have more than enough among us. At half-past eight that night the sound of a stringed orchestra floated out on the breeze as the door of the gymnasium swung back and forth to admit disguised sophomores, who each whispered the counter-sign to the doorkeeper after running the gauntlet of the waiting crowd and slipped in. The music was furnished by a troupe of women players especially engaged to play in this Adamless Eden. What would not the crowd of waiting boys have given for one glimpse of the ballroom, where ballet girls, clowns, and courtiers, Egyptian snake-chammers, Mephistopheles, and Marguerites, priests, and priestesses of the Orient all whirled madly together. Every door had been locked and bolted, and every downstairs window securely closed. Ventilation was obtained through the half-open windows opening on the upper gallery, which ran around the four sides of the gymnasium. The doors to this gallery had also been locked, and the only way to reach it was by steps leading up from the gymnasium. Six masked and hooded figures swung down High School Street together, talking and laughing in low voices. The smallest of the six appeared to stumble over her feet and once tumbled in the road. Her friends gaily helped her up when it was disclosed that she wore a pair of boy's shoes much too large for her. If we don't break our necks, stumbling over these Brogans whispered the tallest girl will be lucky. As a matter of fact, each one of the six maskers was wearing a pair of men's shoes. I stuffed my toes with cotton and laughed another, but even now they are hard to manage. Just then a motorcycle shot past them, slowed down, and stopped altogether. The ride arrested against a tree and came back. I recognized you by your big feet, he said in a whisper. Grace, here's the duplicate key to the laboratory. I had some trouble getting it, but no one knows and you'll be safe enough. I'll let myself in with the other duplicate key and lock the door. They will be sure to try it at intervals. If you get into any trouble early in the evening, make a dash for the steps and blow your horn loud. Now, that's all I think. I'll be hidden in the laboratory until my turn comes. Goodbye and good luck." In another instant he was off on his motorcycle. Six figures, well disguised in dominoes of as many hues, presently appeared on the ballroom floor, just in time for the grand march. It was a pity no one, except the lone teacher, was permitted to look at the brilliant picture, but search was the tradition of the class. After the march, ten ballet girls in Tarleton skirts, their faces concealed by little black satin masks, gave a performance. Following this, a Spanish dancer, whom the six dominoes recognized at once as the treacherous Miriam Nesbitt, gave an exhibition of her skill. I'm going to have some fun with her, whispered the blue domino to the red one, just follow me and see. The last speaker joined the dancer as the music struck up a waltz. That was a good day's work you did for our class not long ago, she whispered as they danced off together. What do you mean, asked the Spanish dancer? I mean the black monks of Asia, now do you understand? But I thought it was not to be told exclaimed the dancer, flushing under her mask, only to the committee so that you might be rewarded with an invitation, whispered the domino as she slipped away. She did confess it, and every freshman in the class shall know it to-morrow the emissary exclaimed privately to her friend the red domino, in spite of what her brother is doing for us to-night, returned the red domino. You are quite right, child, I never thought of that. Perhaps that is the very reason he is helping us get even tonight. I think it is, added the other quietly. Girls we must hurry up and begin, whispered another of the six dominoes, they are all going to unmask at half-past ten. So the unrecognized intruders slipped away, stationing themselves about the room. Pretty soon a rumour began to spread among the dancers that there were young men present, no one knew exactly how it started, but it grew and spread with such persistency that it finally reached the ears of the chaperone. Some of the girls saw their feet, said her informant, not only their feet, but their trousers, too. The teacher rose and rapped sharply for order. Young lady, she called in a loud voice, I am sorry to disturb the dancers, but we have every reason to believe there are some men in the room. Since it is not yet time for you to unmask, it will be simple to find out who does not belong here by having you file past me. I will lift each mask myself. The dancers accordingly arranged themselves in a long line, and walked single-file past the teacher. She saw only girls' faces, however, as she peeped under the masks, and the dance proceeded. The next disturbance came when the maskers had all taken their stand at one end of the room at the request of the six dominoes, who managed to whisper to each sophomore that there was presently to be a surprise. An expectant hush fell over the company, as the six dominoes filed out of a side room and stood for a moment in full view of the sophomores. Then the six deliberately lifted their dominoes, disclosing trouser legs and men's shoes. Instantly the place was in pandemonium, yet before the sophomores could rush upon the intruders, six long horns were blown in unison, and immediately the lights went out. In the darkness, the six dominoes made for the stairs rushed along the gallery, and were admitted to the laboratory by the duplicate key. But just before the blue domino disappeared, she called out in a loud voice from the gallery, the freshmen are avenged. When the doors were safely closed, the lights were turned on again, disclosing the sophomores blinking foolishly at each other after the sudden startling change from darkness to light. They are in the laboratory, cried one. Let's cut off their escape. The angry sophomores made a rush for the door. Hurry girls, urged David, who had just returned to the laboratory after manipulating the lights, they'll catch us before we know it. But the young fugitives were too late. Just then there was the sound of many feet running up the stairs from the other door. How about one of the gallery doors, asked Grace. They are all locked, answered David. There only remained the skylight trapdoor in the roof. Do you think you could manage it if I helped you? Of course we could manage anything, protested the freshman girls. It was an easy matter to climb up the ladder and clamber through the trapdoor onto the roof. We're just in time, whispered David. They have found the right key to the gallery door, and they'll be coming in both ways. Crawl carefully now girls, for heaven's sake, and don't slip. The seven young people began slowly to draw themselves along the gymnasium roof on their hands and knees. Fortunately it was not a very sloping roof, and their only danger lay in their movements being heard from below. Meanwhile the gymnasium had emptied itself, and parties of enraged sophomores were engaged in searching the adjoining classrooms and passages. Others surround the building on the outside, cried one of the class leaders. They can't escape then by any of the fire escapes, and we are sure to catch them. In a few moments David, peeping over the edge of the roof, saw figures stationed at every possible exit, waiting patiently. Lilo, he whispered, and crawl on your stomachs or your surely court. Soon after the seven had reached the end of the hundred feet of gymnasium, where their flight was stopped short by a blank wall where the gymnasium joined the high school building. Here's a pretty pass, whispered David. I forgot about this old school wall. The only thing to do now is to hide behind this chimney and wait for the row to quiet down. There they lay, as flat as possible, listening with baited breath to the sophomores below. Presently there was a sound of footsteps on the gymnasium roof, and they heard Miriam's voice saying, they must have escaped through the trap door in the laboratory and come along here. Wait a minute, girls, and I'll see. Oh, Grace, we're caught, grained Jessica. What shall we do? No, we aren't yet, answered Grace, especially if she is coming alone, and that is what I am praying for. I'll come with you, Miriam, called the voice of the sophomore leader. Why don't you take the other side, proposed Miriam, and I'll go around and meet you. Very well came the answer. The freshmen clutched each other and waited. Miriam ran lightly along the roof and came upon the seven prostrate figures so suddenly that she almost lost her balance. Don't speak, said Grace, in a distinct whisper, and don't give us away. If you do, you will regret it. Remember the blue domino who waltzed with you. She hoped Miriam would understand what she meant and so save her from further explanation. In this, Grace was right. Miriam was trapped at last. She deliberately turned and walked away without a word. Come on, girls, they heard her call to the others. Let's waste no more time on them. When all was quiet, the seven intrigers slipped down the fire escape and disappeared in the darkness, safely escaping discovery. CHAPTER VII Anne, called the chorus of boys and girls' voices, come out and have some fun. Have you forgotten its Halloween? The door of the Pearson cottage opened and Anne appeared on the threshold. I can't, she answered. I must study to-night. Oh, bother lessons, exclaimed Grace Harlow. Skip them for once and join the crowd. We are going Halloweening. Mother allowed it because David Nesbitt and Reddy Brooks are along to look after us. Anne looked longingly at the little company. I'll come, she sighed, although it was my algebra I was working on. You know Miss Lease hates me, and if I slip up, she'll be much harder than any of the other teachers. Hang Miss Lease, said David promptly. Well, let's hang her, then, exclaimed Nora. Let's dress her up and hang her on the limb of a tree. What do you mean by hang her?" asked Grace, while Anne went in to put on her hat and coat. Don't you know, replied Nora, you stuff an old dress full of hay and paper, make a head out of any odd thing, put a hat on it, and there you have her mighty fine. That's an old stunt, Nora, observed David. Let's have something more improved and up to date. Suppose for instance we use Marion's jack-o'-lantern for the head. I'll put some little electric bulbs in the eye-holes and attach them to a battery so that we can turn our eyes off and on, and we'll ride her on a broomstick in good style. Only, nobody must know it's Miss Lease who's being effigy'd, urged Grace. This must be merely for our own private satisfaction. Everybody promised not to tell. Everybody promised, so with Anne safely in tow, they started for Jessica's house to make the figure. Here they were not likely to be interrupted. Jessica's mother was dead, and her father spent most of his evenings in his library. Off a broomstick, with a small pumpkin attached to one end, formed the framework of Miss Lease's effigy. A crossbeam gave a human touch to the shoulders, and with the skeleton ready, the business of stuffing an old ulster and hanging it over the figure was simple. Tiny electric bulbs were placed in the eyes, and a bonnet tied on the head with a green veil floating behind. Miss Lease, Nora insisted, always wore one growing out of her left ear. There was nothing left to do now but to place the figure in a legless chair that had been nailed to two poles, and the procession was ready. She's a very fine lady, cried Grace, running ahead to get the effect of the absurd lopsided figure, whose eyes glared and went out alternately. I wish the real Miss L could see herself now. She would know exactly what she looks like when she glares at poor little Anne in class. Yes, Anne, said David, this shall be your party. We are going to give you satisfaction for your wrongs in the only way that lies in our power." Oh, I don't really mind her, replied Anne, only I'm afraid she'll catch me unprepared some day, and then I will get it in earnest. It's a perfect outrage, exclaimed Grace. Miss Lease is so cruel to little Anne, David, that it makes my blood boil. I sometimes think she is trying to make Anne lose the freshman prize. The old Hessean, cried David, who was on a sort of rampage that evening, what shall I do to her, Anne? Give her an electric shock, and he pressed the electric button rapidly up and down, which made the eyes glare hideously, and go out several times in succession. In a town the size of Oakdale, strolling parties of boys and girls on Halloween night made a not unusual sight, so when our young people paraded boldly down the main street, singing and blowing horns, nothing was thought of it. What they were doing might be considered exceedingly out of place by a few straight-laced persons, but boys and girls will have their fun, even if it must sometimes be at the expense of other people. Certainly Miss Lease was the most unpopular teacher ever employed in the high school, as far back as memory could reach. She was cruel, strict, and sharp-tongued. Often her violent, unrestrained temper got the better of her in the classroom, then she gave an exhibition that was not good for young girls to see. Anne especially was the victim of her rages, poor little Anne who never missed a lesson, and studied twice as hard as the other girls. Miss Lease had but one weakness, apparently, and that was Miriam Nesbit. Twice had the faculty convened in secret session to consider Miss Lease's case, but it had been decided to keep her through the year at least, since she was engaged by contract and was moreover an excellent instructor in mathematics. So it was no wonder that even this early on in the school year she was the object of dislike to the high school girls. But could our girls have foreseen what the evening's fun would bring forth they would never have been so reckless in carrying the effigy about town. Suppose we take her across the square, cried ready, then over the bridge to the old graveyard and hang her on the limb of the apple tree just outside the wall. After they started singing at the tops of their voices, hang a mean teacher on a sour apple tree, hang a mean teacher on a sour apple tree. When they reached the centre of the public square where a big electric light shed its rays, who should spring out of the shadows, from nowhere, apparently, but Miss Lease herself? Nothing escaped her sharp ears and her cold blue eyes, neither words of the song nor the figure in detail, green veil and all, nor Anne Pearson, who happened to be standing quite near the effigy at the moment, and what was worse and still more incriminating to the guilty merry-makers, the moment they caught sight of her they stopped singing. The eyes in the pumpkin suddenly lost their glare, and a silent procession wound its way hurriedly from the square. Good heavens, cried Grace, why did we stop the song? If we had only gone right ahead it wouldn't have looked half as bad. It was a mistake, admitted David gravely, especially as she seemed to have seen Anne first of all, and if she walks into you to-morrow morning you can just lay the blame on me, do you hear? I got up the whole party, and I'm willing to stand for it. No, no, cried Anne, that wouldn't be fair, David, I couldn't think of doing that. Well, you are not to get the blame at any rate, said David, if I have to go up and make a confession to the principal herself. Let's go and hang her now anyhow, cried Reddy, we'll take no half-way measures with old Queen Bess. But somehow the spice of the adventure seemed to have gone out of it. It really would be dangerous now, said Grace, she would be certain to hear of it and make it worse for all of us. Why not burn her, put in Nora, who was afraid of nothing, and had often looked at the scolding teacher with such cold, laughing eyes that even Miss Lease was disconcerted. Good, cried several of the others, we will take her down below the bridge and burn her as a witch. No one objected to this, since the ashes of the effigy would tell no tales. Once more they started singing, merrily we roll along, as they marched out of the village, crossed the bridge over the little river, and finally paused on the bank below. Plant the pole in deep, said David, so she won't topple, and fix her up to suit yourselves girls while we get the faggots. The boys began to search about for dried sticks and twigs, while the girls were arranging the figure for her funeral pyre. Suddenly there was a wild war-woop, a crowd of boys dashed out of a thicket nearby, each one carrying a lighted jack-o'-lantern on top of a pole, and surrounded the effigy of the teacher. Help! cried the girls, trying to defend the absurd thing from the attack, but they were too late. One of the boys seized the pole and rushed off in the darkness. Miss Lease in effigy had been kidnapped in an instant, before David and his friends had had time to realize what had happened. Which way did they go? he asked breathlessly. Through the thicket cried Grace, and the whole crowd dashed after the kidnappers. It was great fun for everybody except Anne, who was too tired to keep up the chase for long, and was soon lagging behind the others. David saw her and turned back. You are too little for all this junketing Anne, he said kindly. Suppose I take you home, shall I? I wish you would, David, answered the girl. I'm just about ready to drop, I'm so tired. Using her arm he helped her over the ruts and rough places, until they finally emerged from the wood and started on the road to town. There were many other Halloween parties out that night, singing and laughing was heard in every direction. It's like a play, said Anne. Only everything is behind the scenes. Don't think I haven't enjoyed it, David, just because I got tired. I never played with boys and girls of my own age before. What fun it is! Isn't it? replied the young man. I love to get out once in a while, and have a good time like this. I find I can work all the better after it's over. Only the others caught up with them breathless and laughing. Miss Lees has stolen, cried Grace, before ever she was hanged or burned. I do wonder what they'll do with her. I'll leave her in the woods, responded, ready, to scare the birds away. Good night, Anne, continued Grace. David will take you home. We go this way. Don't be frightened about tomorrow. I doubt if she says anything, and if she does, we are all implicated. The young people separated, still singing and laughing, never dreaming of the storm brewing from their evening's prank. Anne pursued David as they strolled down River Street together. When I make my flying machine, will you be afraid to take a sail with me?" Never, replied Anne, but I wish it had been made in time to carry me away from Miss Lees to-morrow morning. And Anne's words had more meaning than either of them realised at the time. Imagine the surprise and horror of the Halloween party when, next morning, they discovered the effigy of Miss Lees planted right in front of the girl's high school, and the teacher herself was the first to see the impious outrage. CHAPTER VIII. Yes, there stood the hideous grotesque effigy just where her abductors had left her the night before, her green veil floating in the breezes. As a figure of fun and an object of ridicule, she might not have created more than a ripple with the faculty, but it was evident that Miss Lees' function, even in effigy, was to make trouble. And trouble was certainly brewing that memorable morning. The figure itself might never have been recognised, but a placard which had been pinned on the front of the old Ulster left no room for doubt. Across it had been inscribed in large printed letters, the most unpopular teacher in school. No one dared take the effigy away for fear of being implicated. Everybody had seen it, both men and women professors, and the boys and girls of the two schools, but it was not until Miss Thompson, the principal of the girl's high school, had arrived that the figure was removed. How could those boys have been so mean, exclaimed Grace to her three friends just before the gong sounded? They might have known what would happen. There was an ominous quiet in the various classrooms all morning, but nothing was said or done to indicate just when the storm would burst. In the first class in Algebra met Anne trembled with fear, but Miss Lease, in a Robin's egg-blue dress, which offset the angry hue of her complexion, was apparently too angry to trust herself to look in the direction of the young girl, and the lesson progressed without incident. However, she was only biding her time. Miss Pearson, she said toward the end of the lesson, in a voice so rasping as to make the girls fairly shiver, go to the blackboard and demonstrate this problem. Then she read aloud in the same disagreeable voice the following difficult problem. Train A starts from Chicago going thirty miles an hour, and hour later, train B starts from Chicago going thirty-five miles an hour. How far from Chicago will they be when train B passes train A? The girls looked up surprised. The problem was well in advance of what they had been studying, and Miss Lease was really asking Anne to recite something she had not yet learned. Anne hardly knew how to reply to the terrible woman who stood glaring at her as if she would like to crush her to bits. I'm sorry, said the girl. I cannot. Miss Nesbitt said the teacher, will you demonstrate this problem? Miriam raised with a little smile of triumph on her face, and went to the blackboard where she worked out the problem. Why, what on earth does the woman mean? whispered Grace. Are we expected to learn lessons we have never been taught, and has that horrid Miriam been studying ahead? I think I must be dreaming, replied Anne, looking sorryfully at Miss Lease. Miss Pearson thundered the teacher. You are aware, I believe, that I permit no conversation in this class. Stupidity and inattention are not to be supported in any student, and I must ask you to leave the room. Anne rose in a dazed sort of way, looking very small and shabby as she left the room. But Miss Lease was not to come off so easily in the fight, and Anne had a splendid champion in Grace Harlow who could not endure injustice, and was fearless where her rights or her friends' rights were concerned. She rose quietly and faced the angry teacher, who already regretted having gone so far. If Miss Pearson is to be ordered from the room, Miss Lease, I shall follow her. I spoke to her first. I was naturally surprised that you gave out a problem so far in advance of our regular work. It is doubtful if any girl in the class could do it except Miriam, and she must have been prepared." Miss Harlow, said Miss Lease, stamping her foot and again giving way to rage. I must ask you to take your seat at once and never interfere again with the way I conduct this class. You conduct this class with injustice and violence, Miss Lease, said Grace, turning very white, but holding herself in admirable control, considering the conduct of the older woman. I am in no humour to be answered back this morning, Miss Harlow, and I would advise you to be careful, continued the enraged woman. I have had enough to try me since last night, and this morning, Miss Pearson must answer to the principle for those insults, and her insubordination just now has only made matters worse. Miss Pearson has nothing to answer for which I have not, and I shall join her," replied Grace, and she left the room. Miss Lease was about to continue the lesson when Jessica, pale and trembling, rose and followed her friend. Nora was next to go, and in another moment there was not a girl left in the algebra class except Miriam and her four particular friends. The gong sounded as the last pupil closed the door behind her, but there was little doubt that the first class in algebra had gone on strike. The noon recess gong had sounded before the girls were able to meet and talk about the incident, and during the time that intervened Anne had received a summons in the form of a small note to meet the principal in her office at three that afternoon. She said nothing to her friends, however, and hid the envelope in her pocket. The girls in four algebra gathered round their friends to hear the story. They were indignant and expressed their readiness to join the strike out of sympathy in case there was any more trouble. They have no right to put such a violent woman over us, said Grace, as she nibbled at a pickle and a cracker in the locker room. I wish they would give me the opportunity. I should be more than willing to testify to her behaviour before the entire faculty and the school board combined. Anne herself, the centre of the whole affair, was very quiet. This remarkable young girl seemed to possess some secret force that she was able to draw upon when she most needed it. Anne, you precious child, exclaimed the impetuous Nora, you must not get scared. Whatever happens the whole class means to stand by you, don't we girls? Yes, came from all sides. I don't think anything in particular will happen, replied Anne. I believe Miss Lees really wants to prevent my winning the prize, that's all. She has certainly adopted a pet, cried Mary and Barbara. What did Miriam Nesbit mean by studying ahead like that? exclaimed another. It was disloyal to the whole class. It looks very much as if they had fixed it up between them, continued Grace. I'm sorry about the effigy, but I won't stand that kind of favouritism. It's mean and underhanded. After school, Anne lingered in the corridor until the other girls had gone, then she made her way slowly to the office of the principal. Come in, came the answer to her timid knock. Miss Thompson, the principal, was a fine woman much beloved by the people of Oakdale where she had served as principal of the girls' high school for many years. She had adjusted numerous difficulties in her time, but never such a knotty problem as the present one. It was incredible that Anne Pearson, who stood so well in her classes that she had already been mentioned by the faculty, should have engaged in such an escapade as Miss Lees had accused her of. Sit down, she said kindly to the young girl, whose small tired face appealed to her sympathies. What is this trouble between you and Miss Lees, Miss Pearson? She continued plunging into the subject. I do not know myself, Miss Thompson, answered Anne quietly, but she accuses you of rather terrible things, Miss Pearson, went on the principal, picking up a slip of paper and reading aloud, inattention, insubordination, impertinence, and a tendency to make trouble. Have you any answer to make to these charges? No, replied Anne. Have you nothing to say? Only that they are untrue. Miss Pearson continued the principal, opening a closet door. Do you recognise this figure? There, hanging by its neck on a coat-hook and still wearing its fantastic bonnet and green veil, was the famous effigy. Anne looked at the absurd thing for a moment in silence. Then her eyes met Miss Thompson's, and both teacher and pupil burst out laughing. The young girl never knew how far that laugh went to soften her present predicament. As a matter of fact, Miss Thompson had never liked the teacher in mathematics, while the small, shabby pupil appealed strongly to her sympathy. Were you not the originator of this outrageous plot, Miss Pearson? Anne was silent. She could hardly say she was the originator, and still she had participated. I will put the question in another form, said the principal. If you were not the originator, who was? Still Anne made no reply. Miss Lees continued the principal, alleges that she distinctly saw you standing by the figure. She did not recognise the other faces. Do you think Miss Pearson, that such an escapade as you engaged in last night was entirely respectful or worthy of a pupil of Oakdale High School? No, replied Anne at last. Do you know that suspension or expulsion are the punishments for such behaviour? Anne clasped her hands nervously. She saw the freshman prize floating away, and her eyes filled with tears, but she said nothing. Instead of being angry, however, Miss Thompson was pleased with the girl's pluck and loyalty, but she was puzzled to know how to proceed. Her judgment and her sympathies revolted against punishing this prize pupil, and still it looked as if Miss Lees had everything on her side. The tap at the door interrupted her reflections, and Anne opened it, admitting Mrs. Gray escorted by David and Grace. "'My dear Miss Thompson,' said the old lady, "'I know you will consider me an interfering old woman, but when I heard that my particular child, Anne Pearson, was in trouble, I came straight to you. I want to talk the whole matter over comfortably, since it's my own freshman class that's on the rampage, I feel as if I had a right to put in a word.' "'You are most welcome, Mrs. Gray,' replied Miss Thompson cordially. She was exceedingly fond of the lonely old lady, who had been a benefactor to the school in so many ways. "'But what's this you say about the freshman class? I have heard nothing about it.' "'Grace,' said Mrs. Gray, "'suppose you tell Miss Thompson what you've just finished telling me.' Then Grace related the incident in the algebra class, and the long succession of insults Anne had endured from the terrible Miss Lees. "'Dear, dear, murmured Miss Thompson, this looks like persecution and very strong favoritism on the part of Miss Lees, a thing we wish to keep out of the school as much as possible. But what about this? And she opened the door of the closet, where the pumpkin face of the effigy grinned at them grotesquely from the shadows. "'I have something to say about that, Miss Thompson,' declared David. "'I am the author of this crime, and I intend to take the blame for it. Miss Pearson had so little to do with it that we had fairly to drag her out of her own house to make her join the crowd. I think, Miss Thompson,' put in Mrs. Gray, that a teacher must have been exceedingly sharp and disagreeable to have inspired such nice children to this, and she pointed to the figure. "'I believe you are right,' admitted the principal after a moment's thought, and I trust, under the circumstances, that the whole affair can be settled without the interference of the school board. Suppose you leave Miss Lees to me?' And young people, she added, if you all promise to say nothing more about the subject, I think Miss Lees may be persuaded to let the matter drop." And so ended the Halloween escapade. Miss Thompson paid a visit to Miss Lees that evening at the teacher's rooms in Oakdale, and was closeted with her for more than an hour. No one ever knew what happened. Miss Thompson was a woman to keep her own counsel, but the affair never came up before the school board, and Miss Lees, after that, though somewhat stiff in her manner, had no more outbursts of rage for some time, and doubtedly her display of favouritism in the algebra class had lost her the day. Miss Thompson was a woman of fine judgment and broad and just views. She was proud of the Oakdale High Schools and the splendid classes they turned out year after year. She realised perfectly what a disturbance a woman like Miss Lees could cause, and she determined to check her at every point, especially when the most prominent and finest pupils of the two schools were implicated. Therefore, the offenders went scot-free, and Anne was once more safe to pursue the freshman prize. Miss Lees, however, was only biding her time. While Anne had won this battle, she might lose the next. Chapter 9 of Grace Harlow's Plebe Year at High School This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Christine Blashford. Grace Harlow's Plebe Year at High School by Jesse Graham Flower. Chapter 9. Thanksgiving Day Oh, how I love Thanksgiving! cried Grace. Oh, how you love Turkey, you mean! exclaimed her bosom friend, Nora O'Malley. Yes, admitted Grace, the turkey is a grand old bird. Bless him. But football is what I really love. Football? Thrilling football. I wish I could play centre on the home team. I know I could make a touchdown as well as the best of them. The crowd of young people was seated on straw in the bottom of a large road wagon that was slowly making its way from Grace's house out to the football grounds. It was decorated with the colours of the Oakdale High School, sea blue and white, and the girls wore blue and white rosettes and carried long horns from which dangled ribbon streamers. Numbers of Oakdale people were hurrying down the road toward the field, and the crisp autumn air vibrated with the sounds of talk and laughter. In the distance could be heard the music of the town band, which always gave a concert before the Thanksgiving game. And to think that little Anne has never in her life seen a football game, exclaimed Jessica. Anne blushed. Yes, she replied reluctantly, I'll have to admit this is my very first game, but I understand the rules. Grace has explained them to me. I hope our boys will win. If the Dunsmore boys are in good trim, I'm afraid they'll give us a stiff pull, observed David, but the stiffer the pull, the more interesting it is to watch so long as they don't lick us. Just then the wagon drew up at the grounds, and the boys and girls jumped out and made their way through the crowd to their seats. Everybody in Oakdale turned out for the annual Thanksgiving football game, the professors and their wives, the teachers from the girls' high school, and all the pupils were there in full force, besides the citizens of Oakdale and their families. There was really a very large assemblage in the semi-circular amphitheater, which was hung with bunting and flags in honour of the great occasion, and probably not one in the whole cheerful company, but had enjoyed a good Thanksgiving dinner that afternoon, so good humour beamed from every face. Don't you think this is a thrilling sight, Anne, demanded Grace, for there was not a soul in Oakdale who was not vain of the high school football team, which had won for itself honours all over the state. Wonderful, exclaimed Anne, clasping her hands and waiting impatiently for the performance to commence. Just then the band struck up again, and under cover of the music, David whispered to Jessica, Do you see that man over there to the right, on the back seat, with long dark hair and a slouch hat? Jessica found the individual presently, starting slightly when she saw his face. I do believe it's Anne's father, she whispered. It just is, said David, and he's looking hard at Anne, too. I wonder if he means to make another scene. Poor Anne sighed Jessica. She seems to have more than her fair share of troubles. The two teams then filed out for warming up practice, the excitement of the ensuing game drove all thought of the sinister looking Mr Pearson out of their heads, for the time being. The first half ended in a brilliant touchdown for the high school boys, though the kick for goal failed. Immediately the place rang with the cheers of the spectators. Crowds of boys rushed up and down, giving the high school yell, and when the noise died down somewhat, the girls started the high school song. Here's three cheers for dear old Oakdale. God bless her, everyone. Anne was thrilled. Never had she enjoyed herself so much. She stood upon the seat beside Grace, and waved a blue and white banner as frantically as anybody else. I don't think I quite understand what it's all about. She confided to David, who sat next to her. But I am very happy, all the same. David smiled down into the radiant face. What a new dress and hat can do for one small, insignificant little person is quite wonderful sometimes, and Anne, with the money she had earned from Mrs Gray, had replenished her wardrobe. In her neat brown suit and broad brimmed hat, she was really pretty in a queer, quiet sort of way, David thought. He wondered if the father, hidden by rows of people in the back, would be able to see how prosperous and well his daughter was looking. But his attention was recalled to the football field, for the next half was going against the high school, and there was apprehension among the sons and daughters of Oakdale. Dunsmore, Dunsmore cried a delegation from Dunsmore College. But Dunsmore was not to be the victor that thanksgiving day. It was ordained that, just as hope had almost expired, a slender, fleet-footed young junior of the high school team should seize the ball and fly like the wind across the line. Score ten to one, Oakdale's score. Immediately a terrific hubbub began. Surely the place had gone mad, Anne thought. The hundreds of spectators, including Grace and her party, had rushed from the amphitheater, clambered over the railing, and dashed into the field of glory. Such yelling and roaring, such blowing of horns, while the hero of the afternoon was carried about on the shoulders of his fellows, made her heart palpitate wildly. Her friends had forgotten all about her, evidently, or perhaps they thought she had followed. Anne, said a voice in her ear, don't make any disturbance, I want you to come with me." Anne turned around quickly and faced her father. Come at once, he said, I want to get out of this howling mob as soon as possible. We can talk later. He took her hand, not un-gently, and presently they found themselves on the other side of the fence surrounding the field. Anne had not meant to go, but she knew her father was quite capable of making a scene, and she felt she couldn't endure it just then. Once outside, she thought she might escape. Never once, however, did he release her hand until he had her safe in one of the townhacks, and they had started down the road. When Grace and her friends finally recovered from their wild joy and excitement, there was no Anne to be found. Perhaps she stayed in her seat, exclaimed Grace, but the place was quite empty. David and Jessica looked about them uneasily. What chumps we were, said the young man presently, we never bothered to look after her, and now probably that old parent of hers has actually gone and kidnapped the poor child. They searched through the crowds everywhere, but Anne was nowhere about. At last David and Jessica confessed their suspicions to Grace. Oh! Oh! cried Grace. I feel as if we were personally responsible for her. What shall we do?" David thought a minute. Is there a play at the opera-house tonight, he asked presently. I believe there is, replied Grace. Why? Ten to one Anne's father is acting in it, said David, and that is the reason he happens to be in Oakdale today. That's a very brilliant idea if it happens to be true, said Jessica. But don't you think we had better see Miss Mary Pearson before we do anything? No, exclaimed Grace decisively. She was in the habit of thinking quickly, and her friends usually let her have her way, but it was generally the best way. It would be a pity to alarm her unnecessarily if we can avoid it, Anne isn't expected home until late anyway. She is invited, as are all of you, to eat supper at my house. Suppose we go right to town while David makes some inquiries at the opera-house, then if Anne's father is really acting in town tonight we shall know what to do. Interestingly they tumbled into the road-wagon, whipped up the horse, and drove back to Oakdale as fast as they could go. On the way in they saw a new bill posted on a wall advertising a play entitled, Forsaken. It showed, in vivid colours, a young girl very ragged and tired looking, asleep on the steps of a large church. Let's go to the show, cried Nora, who always managed to combine amusement with duty. That is, she added, if Anne's father is in it, of course Anne will probably be somewhere about in that case, and we could spirit her away while he is acting. It isn't a bad idea, answered David, but I'd better find out a few things first. I'll come over to your house, Grace, and report, he called, as he jumped out of the back of the cart. The girls waited impatiently for his return, feeling that every moment Anne might be speeding away in some outgoing train, and they were losing valuable time. Grace had thought of consulting her mother, her best and wisest counsellor at all times, but Mr. and Mrs. Harlow had gone on a long drive to the home of Mrs. Harlow's mother, and would not return until late that night. In half an hour their patience was rewarded, the gate clicked, and David ran breathlessly up the walk, joining them presently in the parlour. It's true, he cried excitedly, Anne is at the Spencer Arms, probably locked up in a room, her father is acting tonight in Forsaken, and the whole company leaves town on the 1130 train. I suppose Anne must go to the theatre, for there will be no time to go back to the hotel after the play. I got the whole thing out of the clerk. Then we can all go to the theatre, cried Nora triumphantly. What good will that do Anne, demanded practical Grace? It may do her no good whatever, said David, but it would be well not to lose sight of the father, even if we must follow him to the train, and if Anne knows we are near, she will be able to get back her nerve. Children, cried Grace suddenly, I have a scheme, I won't put it into action unless it's absolutely necessary, but it's bound to work. What is it? demanded the others. I won't tell, replied Grace mysteriously, because I may not have to use it, but I'll warn you that it's rather dangerous. It will save Anne, and we just mustn't get caught. The best Oakdale people did not often see the melodramas that appeared from time to time at the small opera house. Occasionally if something really good came along, Oakdale society turned out in force and filled the boxes and the orchestra seats, but generally speaking the little theatre was only half-fold. And such was the case on this thanksgiving night. Most of the audience was made up of farmers out holiday-making with their families, factory girls from the silk mills, and a few storekeepers and clerks. I'm glad there are so few people here observed Grace looking round the scanty audience, because if we have to resort to my scheme it will make it much easier and less dangerous. What in the world is it? pleaded Jessica. Never mind, answered her friend. I'm afraid you'll object, so I won't tell until the last minute. Just then a wheezy orchestra struck up a march and the High School Party settled down in their seats, each with a secret feeling that it was rather good fun in spite of the peculiar reason that had taken them there. Here he is, said Nora, pointing to the name on the program. He takes the part of Amos Lord, owner of the woollen mills. At that moment the lights went down and the music stopped short. The curtain rolled up slowly, disclosing the front of a church. It was night, and lights gleamed through the stained glass windows. Snow was falling, and from the church came the sound of organ music playing the wedding march. The picture was really very impressive, although the music was somewhat throaty, and the flakes of snow were larger than life-size. But who was it, half lying, half sitting on the church steps, shivering with cold? The girls had not been so often to the theatre that they could afford to be disdainful over almost any passable play, and from the very moment the curtain went up their interest was aroused. Certainly there was something extremely romantic and interesting about the lonely little figure on the church steps. That's the heroine, whispered Jessica. Her name is Evelyn Chase. Then people began to go into the church. It was a wedding, evidently, although the groom was a tall, lean, middle-aged individual with grey hair. It's Mr. Pearson himself exclaimed Nora in a loud whisper. The bride-to-be was young and quite pretty. She was not dressed in white, but it was plain she was the bride, because she carried a bouquet, and hung on the arm of Anne's incorrigible parents. As they started up the steps, what should they stumble over but the half-frozen form of the young girl? Then there was a great deal of acting, not badly done at all, thought David, who had had more experience in these matters than his friends. The bride refused to go on with the ceremony until the poor little thing was taken care of. The groom would brook no delay, for, oh, perfidy, he had recognised in the still figure his own child by a former wife deserted years before. Slowly the forsaken girl regained consciousness, lifted her head from the steps, threw back her shore, and, heavens and earth, it's Anne herself exclaimed grace. It was Anne. They were so startled and amazed they nearly tumbled off their seats. As I live it is Anne, and acting beautifully, whispered David. Where did she learn how, demanded Jessica, strange she never told it? But they were too interested to reply, for the action of the play was excellent, and the interest held until the curtain rang down on the first act. No wonder he wants to keep her with him, ejaculated David, when the lights went up. She is the star performer in the show. She's wonderful, declared grace, to think that little brown quiet thing could be so talented. I always imagined acting was the hardest thing in the world to do, but it seems as though she had always been on the stage. Are we still going to try to save her? asked Nora. Of course, replied David. She doesn't want to act. Didn't you hear her say so that night? She wants to go to school. But it seems a pity, somehow, when she is so talented. She's just as talented in her studies, said Grace, and I've often heard that stage life is very hard. No, no, I intend to do my best to get Anne away this very night, if it upsets the entire town of Oakdale. When the second act was over, and Anne had actually so moved her audience that one old farmer was audibly sobbing into a red cotton handkerchief, and the girls themselves were secretly wiping their eyes, Grace whispered to David. I'm going to write a note, if you'll lend me a pencil and a slip of paper, and wrap it around the stem of this chrysanthemum. When Anne appears in the next act, you go up in the box, and if she's alone an instant, pitch it to her, then she will know what she's to do. But what is she to do, demanded the others. I won't tell, persisted Grace, you'll object if I do. All right, said David, I'll obey you, Mistress Grace, although I wish you would confide in me. But Grace was obdurate, she would tell no one. The last act disclosed an attic at the top of an old tenement, with dormer windows looking out on a wintry scene. Anne appeared, more ragged than ever, carrying a little basket of matches. It was evident that she was a match-girl by trade, and that this was her wretched domicile. As she crept down the centre of the stage, ill and wretched, for she was supposed to be about to die, David saw his opportunity. From behind the curtain of the box he tossed the chrysanthemum which fell right at her feet. If she only sees it, he thought. But apparently she didn't. Going wearily to an old cupboard, she took out a crust of bread, then she drew the ragged curtains at the windows and lit a candle. Maniously the entire attic was illuminated, for stage candles have remarkable powers of diffusing light. Why doesn't she pick up the flower, exclaimed Grace, if she doesn't the scheme won't work at all? I believe she's going to die, whispered Nora in a broken voice. Just then the Irish comedian appeared, puffing and blowing from the long climb he had had to the top of the house. He had come to bring help to the dying-girl, but he was funny in spite of the dreary tragedy, and Nora changed her tears to laugh at her and began to giggle violently, burying her face in her handkerchief in her effort to control her mirth. Her laughter was always contagious, and presently her two friends were giggling in chorus. Do hush, Nora O'Malley, whispered Jessica nervously. You know that if you once get her started, we'll never stop. A countryman sitting back of Nora touched her on the shoulder. Be you laughing or crying, Miss, he asked. It ain't a time for laughing, nor yet for crying, since the young lady ain't dead yet, and I don't believe she's going to die either. She just is, exclaimed Nora, wiping the tears from her eyes. She'll die before she gets off that bed tonight. I'll wager anything." All this while the chrysanthemum with the note twisted and pinned to its stem lay in the middle of the stage. In the meantime Anne had fallen into a stupor from cold and hunger. The kind little comedian rushed about the stage making a fire, putting on the tea kettle, and stumbling over his own feet in an effort to be useful. Now all the others will enter in a minute, whispered Grace disgustedly, and she'll never get it at all. Just then Anne turned on her pillow and opened her eyes. They looked straight at David, who was sitting in the front of the box. He pointed deliberately at the chrysanthemum. She sees it, said Jessica, for Anne's eyes were now fixed on the flower. When the kind Irishman departed to spend his last scent on medicine and food for the dying girl, she rose, staggered across the stage, seized the chrysanthemum, and rushed back again, just in time to be lying prone when her father entered, now a repentant and sorrowful sinner. It's all right, whispered Grace, in a relieved tone. I feel sure that the plan will work to perfection. Anne did die a stage death, and there was not a dry eye in the house when she forgave her father, bade farewell to the entire company who had now gathered in the attic, and her soul passed out to soft music while the lights were turned very low. Fire, fire, rang out a voice from the darkened house. Where did the voice come from? Nora and Jessica were so startled they could only clutch each other and wonder, while Grace whispered, Don't move from your seats. Grace was that your voice, whispered David, who had joined the girls during the deathbed scene, but Grace made no reply. She only put her fingers to her lips as she held his arm with a detaining hand. There was a panic in the house. The audience rushed for the doors, while the actors leapt over the footlights in their mad scramble to escape. Several women's voices took up the cry of fire, and the place was in wild confusion. Evidently the man who managed the lights had been too frightened to turn them on again, for the theater still remained in semi-darkness. The four young people did not move while the audience was crowding out of the aisles. We might as well be suffocated as crushed, observed David. It's a much more comfortable death, and besides, I can't smell any smoke. Grace smiled, but was silent. I'm here at last," announced Anne's well-known voice behind them, and there she was, still in her ragged stage-dress carrying her hat and coat on her arm. Why, Anne Pearson cried Nora, I thought you were dead and gone. Anne laughed. Not dead, she said, but I would certainly have been gone in another half-hour. We needn't hurry, she continued. I don't believe he would ever think of looking for me inside the theater, and for the time being this is the safest place. Anne, why did you never tell us you were an actress, demanded David? I was afraid to, faulted the girl. I was afraid you would all hate me if you knew the truth. Besides I never acted, but six months in all my life. We toured in this play a year ago, and I knew the part perfectly. It would have been cruel of me not to have played to-night. The girl who usually does it was sick, and there was no one to take our part. When Father told me that, I knew I should have to do it this once. But if the fire-panic hadn't started, I couldn't have gotten away from him very easily. He would have made a terrible scene, and even then it might have been difficult. No stranger would have helped me run away from my own father, who is determined that I shall go on the stage. He thinks I have the making of an actress, but I don't like the stage life. It is hard and ugly. I want to study and be with girls like you." A charming smile radiated her small, intelligent face. Where do I come in? asked David, looking at her. I think you are the best friend I have in the world, David, declared Anne. I can never forget your kindness. And now, ma'am Waselle Annette Pearson-Elly, asked David, secretly much pleased at the girl's earnestness, can't you divest yourself of your ragged dress before we go? Yes, indeed, she replied, I am fully clothed underneath. She slipped off the stage dress and put on her hat and coat. Meanwhile, not a soul was left in the theatre except two of the ushers who were sniffing around trying to find out where the fire scare had originated. There comes father, whispered Anne, can't we hide behind the seats? Quick, cautioned David, he's coming down the centre aisle. The five young people crouched low while the actor stalked down the aisle, but it was plain he was not looking for his daughter in the theatre, for he called out to one of the ushers moving about at a distance. Have you seen anything of the young girl who was with the company? I lost her during the panic, and I haven't been able to locate her since. I must be leaving town in a few minutes," he added, consulting his watch. It's almost time for the train now. The company all left with the audience, said the usher. I guess she went along with them. Now is our time, said Anne, when the actor had disappeared. Suppose we go out the stage entrance and down that side street? Whereupon she led the way back of the boxes and into the wings, followed by her friends, who looked curiously about them at the unusual sight. What a queer place, said Grace, and how smudgy the scenery looks. Are these little places dressing rooms, Anne?" Yes, answered Anne. You see, it's all horrid when you are close, and the life is worse, riding almost every day on smoky trains and spending each night in a different place. The people are so different, too. I would rather go to Oakdale High School, she exclaimed, than be the greatest actress in the world. They were standing in one of the larger dressing rooms, while Anne endeavoured to wipe the powder and rouge from her face with a pocket handkerchief. At all, figured darkened the doorway, and in the glass Anne saw the reflection of her father's face. Without a word, she ran to the open window and jumped out on the fire escape. The others followed nimbly after her. Mr. Pearson turned and rushed down the passage to the side entrance. Hurry Anne, called David. He will meet you at the bottom, if you don't. They climbed quickly down the ladder, almost treading on each other's fingers in their haste, and in another moment they were running down an alleyway. Another narrow escape, cried Anne, when they were out of danger. How shall I ever thank you, dear friends? You have already discharged the debt, Anne, by letting us see you act, answered Grace. By the way, Grace, commanded David, own up now. It was you, wasn't it, who started the fire panic? I told you I wouldn't tell, answered Grace, and I never shall. And did she say anything about it in her note, asked Nora? No, said Anne mysteriously. She never mentioned the word fire at all. I feel certain it was you who called fire Grace, said Jessica. I'll never, never tell, cried Grace teasingly, so you'll never, never know. She turned in at her own gate, and to this day the mystery is still unsolved. After Mrs. Gray's luncheon party in honour of Grace and her three friends, a tiny little idea had implanted itself in her mind. As the weeks rolled on and Christmas holidays approached, it grew and spread into a real plan, which occupied her thoughts a considerable part of every day. As a secretary, Anne had turned out admirably. The only drawback was that Mrs. Gray could not see enough of her. The lonesome old lady almost lived on Anne's semi-weekly visits, but the girl was too busy to give any more of her time to reading aloud or driving with her benefactor. Finally, Mrs. Gray took a bold step. She invited the four girls to meet at another Sunday luncheon, and announced her intentions from the head of the table. My dear children, she said, you are aware that I am a very old woman. We are not aware of anything of the sort Mrs. Gray interrupted Grace. Nevertheless, I am, pursued Mrs. Gray, a very old, lonesome person with few pleasures. I have decided, therefore, to do an exceedingly selfish thing and give myself a real treat. You deserve it if anyone in the world does, Mrs. Gray, put in Jessica. You who are always giving other people treats. Wait until you hear the plan, child, before you pass judgment," answered Mrs. Gray. It's been too many years to count since I have had a really jolly Christmas, she continued. I have just sat here in this quiet old house and let the holidays roll over me without even noticing them. Now Mrs. Gray exclaimed Grace, the poor people in Oakdale would not agree with you on that point. Only last Christmas I saw your carriage stopping in front of the flower-mission, and it was simply bursting with presence. Yes, yes, my dear, it is the easiest thing in the world to give presence, and not so much pleasure after all. What I want is some actual fun, good Christmas cheer, and plenty of young people. But I shall have to be selfish if I am to get it at all, because it will mean that I am to rob mothers and fathers for a whole week of their children. Mr. and Mrs. Harlow will have to learn to do without you Grace for seven days and nights. Your father, Jessica, must keep his own house. Nora, your brothers and sisters must not expect to see you at all while you belong to me. As for my precious Anne here, I should just like to steal her away altogether from her mother. In fact, my dears, I am going to adopt you for a whole week during the holidays, and then such larks. And the charming old lady looked so gay and pretty that the girls all laughed joyously. Do you mean that you really want us to make you a visit, Mrs. Gray? I do, indeed. That is the exceedingly selfish wish I have been entertaining for the last six weeks. I not only want it, but I have arranged for it already. I have made secret calls, my dears, and mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters are all most agreeable. You are to come to me a week before Christmas, and must settle yourselves exactly as if you were my own children. I mean to punish any homesick girl severely by giving her an overdose of chocolate drops. Families may be visited once a day, if necessary, though I shall frown down upon two frequent absences. But young ladies, before we get any further, tell me what you think of the plan. The girls were almost speechless with amazement and pleasure. To visit Mrs. Gray's beautiful home and live in a world of parties and fund-making, such as would be sure to follow, was more than any of them had ever dreamed. It's perfectly delightful, Mrs. Gray, they cried, almost in one breath. And we shall give the Christmas party together, my four daughters and I, and we'll do exactly as we choose and invite whom we please. Oh! Oh! exclaimed the four young girls. Won't it be fun? It will, for me, said the little old lady, and I need to have a good time. I am getting old before my time for lack of amusement. And now, my lady birds, who else shall we invite to the house party? Who else? Mrs. Gray, somewhat crestfallen, for four intimate girl-chirms are invariably jealous of admitting other girls to the charmed circle. Do you mean what other girls, Mrs. Gray? asked Jessica. No, no, child, I mean what other boys, of course. Do you think I want any more than my four nice freshmen to amuse me, but I don't think this party would be complete without four fine fellows to look after us? Who are the four nicest boys, you know? David exclaimed all four voices in unison. Mrs. Gray laughed. There seems to be no difference of opinion on that score, she replied. David the only boy in Oakdale? He's the nicest one, said Anne, who could never forget how kind David had been to her when his sister was her bitter enemy. Ready Brooks is nice, too, said Nora. He threw apples at some tramps once, and saved us from being robbed. Very good, said Mrs. Gray, Ready Brooks shall certainly be invited to the house party. I admire courage above all things. Then there's hippopotamus Wingate, said Jessica. Who? demanded Mrs. Gray. His name is really theophilus, but the boys have always called him hippopotamus, and now the name sticks to him and everybody forgets he has any other. Are you agreed on hippopotamus, my adopted daughters? demanded Mrs. Gray. It was voted by acclamation that hippopotamus was agreeable to the company. And now I have a fourth to propose, announced Mrs. Gray. I think I should like to import my great-nephew Tom Gray from New York. He is a little older than these boys, perhaps. Nineteen is his age, I think, and I haven't seen him since he was a child, but he's obliged to be nice because he bears the name of one beloved by all who knew him. Whose name, Mrs. Gray, asked Nora. That of my husband, said the old lady softly. The nicest Tom Gray this world has ever known, and she looked to portrait over the sideboard of a very handsome young man dressed in the uniform of an army officer. He loved his country, my dears, and fought for it nobly. He was a soldier, and a gentleman went on the old lady proudly, and I am sorry he left no son to follow in his footsteps. He was a great hunter and traveller, too. I used to tell him if he had not loved his family so dearly, he would certainly have been a gypsy. He liked camping and tramping, and used to wander off in upton woods for hours at a time. He knew the names of all the trees and birds and animals that exist, I believe. But he loved his home, too, and no woods had the power to draw him away from it for long. I used to tell him he had brought a piece of the forest and put it in our front yard, for he planted all those beautiful trees you now see growing on my lawn, which my old gardener, who has been with me since I was first married, cherishes as he would his own children. And is young Tom Gray like him, Mrs. Gray, interposed Grace? I hope so, my dear, sighed the old lady. If he has inherited the beautiful traits of his uncle, his wholesome tastes for the outdoors and nature, he can't help being a fine fellow. But I have not seen my nephew since he was a child. He has been living here and there all these years, sometimes in America and sometimes in England. His mother and father are both dead, and he has been brought up by his mother's unmarried sisters, who are half English themselves. But he must be a nice boy, even if he has only one drop of his uncle's blood in his veins. The girl sighed and said nothing. It was touching and beautiful to see the old lady's loyalty and devotion after all these years of loneliness, for her husband had been dead since she was a young woman. Still, Mrs. Gray never brooded. She was always cheerful and happy in doing kindnesses for other people. If I ever marry, sentimental Jessica was thinking, I hope it will be somebody like Mrs. Gray's husband. I should like to have a brother like Tom Gray, observed Grace aloud. Well, said Mrs. Gray, we shall have to wait and see what the new Tom Gray is like. He may be utterly unlike my Tom Gray and the old lady's side. We shall all have to get new party dresses, exclaimed Nora, to change the subject. I have been wanting one for an age and now I have a good excuse. Oh, yes, cried Grace enthusiastically. Now at last I shall be able to get the blue silk mother promised I could have if at any time there was an occasion worthy of it. I am going to ask Papa to give me a lavender crepe for a Christmas present, said Jessica. Oh, Mrs. Gray continued, Nora, we are going to have such fun, Oakdale can't hold us. I think we should have a surprise for Mrs. Gray, announced Grace. She is doing so much for us. Oh, girls, I have an idea. What demanded the others breathlessly, including Mrs. Gray herself, who was as full of curiosity as a young girl? No, no, cried Grace. It wouldn't be a surprise if I gave it away, but it's going to require a lot of work and planning to carry it out. Is it big or little? asked the dainty old lady, as eager as a child to find out the secret. It's rather small, answered Grace. Fine or super fine? Both laughed Grace, but you'll not know till Christmas night, so stifle your curiosity. I suppose I must wait, but it's going to be very hard, replied Mrs. Gray, plaintively. And so the party was arranged. Notes written by Anne were dispatched to the four boys, plans were discussed for the week's amusements, and the four girls finally started home in a state of great excitement to look over their wardrobes and furnish up their party dresses. Only Anne had looked somewhat dubious during the conversation. How could she spend a week in a beautiful house, with ladies every night, in company all the time, and nothing to wear but that hideous black silk? Anne, called Mrs. Gray, as the young girl was about to close the front door, and follow the others down the steps. Wait a moment, I want to see you. She led Anne into the big drawing-room. Do you know that I am greatly in your debt, my child? continued the old lady, as she drew Anne down beside her on the sofa. I don't think I could ever possibly repay you for the good you have done me this autumn, but I am going to try, nevertheless, by making you a Christmas present before Christmas arrives. Now when I was your age, I preferred clothes to other things. I think all young girls do, or if they don't, they are most unnatural. Therefore, child, I have decided to pay off some of my indebtedness to you by getting my dressmaker to make you some dresses, if it is agreeable to you. Why, what is this? My little girl crying. The tears were streaming down Anne's cheeks. You mustn't cry, my own child, sobbed Mrs. Gray, for I always cry when I see other people doing it, and it's very bad for my old eyes, you know. You are so good to me," said Anne, it makes me cry because I'm so happy. Well, well, exclaimed Mrs. Gray, drying her eyes and beginning to laugh. What a couple of sillies we are, to be sure. Now go, Anne, to my dressmaker, Mrs. Harvey, who has orders to make you four dresses, two for evening and two for afternoon. Mrs. Harvey has good taste, and will help you select them. But perhaps you will like the ones she and I looked at the other day. One of them I am sure you will admire. I chose it specially, because it will give color to your pale cheeks. What is it, Mrs. Gray? asked Anne eagerly. It's pink-craped as sheen, my dear, and Anne held her breath to keep from crying again.