there!' iv'ry blissid minute av th' day. An' 'tis movin' trunks
an' boxes, and the like--Mis' Grace should hire a nelephant at this
time of the year, an' so I tell her. An' what with these here
foreigners too--bad 'cess to them! I have to chase ev'ry rag tag and
bobtail on the place, so I do----"

"Not tramps again, Tony?" cried Jennie Stone.

"'Tis worse. Musickle bodies, they be. Playin' harps an' fiddles, an'
the loikes. Sure, 'twill be hand-organs an' moonkeys to-morrer,
belike. Ah, yes!"

"Maybe some of these traveling musicians can play the marble harp
yonder," said Heavy, with a chuckle, pointing to the now half-shrouded
figure in the center of the campus.

"Oh, wirra, wirra! don't be sayin' it," grumbled the old man. "There's
bad luck in speakin' of _thim_ folks."

Jennie Stone squeezed Ruth's arm, still laughing, as they went on and
left the old Irishman. "He's just as superstitious as he can be," she
whispered. "He really believes the old story about the harp."

"He ought to believe in a harp," laughed Ruth, in return, "he being
Irish. Tell me, who is he?"

"Anthony Foyle. He's the only workman about the place who sleeps on
the premises. His wife's our cook. They're a comical old couple--and
she _does_ make the nicest tarts! They'd melt in your mouth if you
could only make up your mind to hold them long enough on your tongue,"
sighed Heavy, rapturously.

"But what's the story about the marble harp?" queried Ruth, as they
came to the dormitory and joined the other girls. "You mean the harp
held by that figure at the fountain?"

"Hello!" cried Belle Tingley. "Heavy's trying to scare the Infant with
the campus ghost story."

"Oh! a real ghost story!" cried Helen. "Do let's hear it."

"Come into our room, Cameron," said Lluella Fairfax, lazily, "and I
will tell the tale and harrow up thy young soul----"

"And make thy hair stand on end like quills upon the fretful
'porkypine,'" finished Mary Cox. "Yes! let Lluella tell it. It is
well for Infants to learn the legends as well as the rules of Briarwood
Hall."

Helen was used to being called "Infant" by now and didn't mind so much.
She was so much taken with their new friends and the Upedes in general
that she went right into the room occupied by Mary Cox and her chums,
without a word to Ruth, and the latter followed with Heavy, perforce.

The windows of the "quartette" looked out upon the campus. The lights
in the other dormito