y in a low voice. "Wouldn't you?"

"I don't know," was the perverse answer. "I don't wish to humble myself
to any one. I'm going to take a chance on her keeping quiet about last
night. I have an idea she is not a telltale. If worse comes to worst,
there are other colleges, you know, Mary."

"I thought, perhaps, if we were to go to Miss Harlowe, we might
straighten out matters and be friends," said Mary rather hesitatingly.
"Those girls have nice times together, and they are the cleverest crowd
in the freshman class. I'm tired of being at sword's points with
people."

"Then go over to them, by all means," sneered Alberta. "Don't trouble
yourself about your old friends. They don't count."

"You know I didn't mean that, Bert," said Mary reproachfully. "I won't
go near them if you feel so bitter about last night."

It was several minutes before Mary succeeded in conciliating her sulky
friend. By that time the tiny sprouts of good fellowship that had vainly
tried to poke their heads up into the light had been hopelessly blighted
by the chilling reception they met with, and Mary had again been won
over to Alberta's side.

Saturday evening Arline Thayer entertained the ghost party at Martell's,
and Elfreda, to her utter astonishment, was made the guest of honor.
During the progress of the dinner, Alberta Wicks, Mary Hampton and two
other sophomores dropped in for ice cream. By their furtive glances and
earnest conversation it was apparent that they strongly suspected the
identity of the avenging specters. Elfreda's presence, too, confirmed
their suspicions.

In a spirit of pure mischief Mabel Ashe pulled a leaf from her note
book. Borrowing a pencil, she made an interesting little sketch of two
frightened young women fleeing before a band of sheeted specters.
Underneath she wrote: "It is sometimes difficult to lay ghosts. Walk
warily if you wish to remain unhaunted." This she sent to Alberta Wicks
by the waitress. It was passed from hand to hand, and resulted in four
young women leaving Martell's without finishing their ice cream.

"You spoiled their taste for ice cream, Mabel," laughed Frances Marlton,
glancing at the now vacant table. "I imagine they are shaking in their
shoes."

"They did not think that the juniors had taken a hand in things,"
remarked Constance Fuller.

"Hardly," laughed Helen Burton. "Did you see their faces when they read
that note?"

"It's really too bad to frighten them so," said Leona Ro