leefully. "Ha, ha!" he exclaimed, "now I can tell
them apart!"

He spoke with pride, but his fall was not far off, for before many
minutes had passed Phyllis had slipped the bracelet to Janet, and his
confusion was worse than ever.

CHAPTER XIX

PHYLLIS'S "MATH" PAPER

Examination week had come. Every face in the big study hall gave ample
proof to the fact. Bowed heads and narrowed eyes pored over open
text-books, and a strained and unnatural silence hung over the room.

Even in the ten-minute recess only whispers could be heard, and most of
the heads kept on over their books.

"Sally's Aunt Jane's poll parrot," Phyllis whispered. "I haven't a
chance in a thousand of passing math. I wouldn't mind so much if I
didn't know that Ducky Lucky will be delighted. How do you feel, Jan?"

"Scared to death," Janet admitted. "My hands are frozen, and my tongue
is sticking to the roof of my mouth."

"Oh, I wish you'd keep still," Muriel fretted. "I'm trying to study."

"What's the use?" Rosamond asked. "You can't learn things at the last
minute, so why try?"

Muriel put her fingers in her ears and bowed again over her book.

The bell rang, and every girl gave a deep sigh. It was partly relief
and partly dread.

Miss Baxter entered the room, her arms full of papers.

"She's having the time of her life," Phyllis said crossly. "I bet she
flunks every one of us."

The papers were distributed to the various classes, and Miss Baxter
took her place on the platform. A heavy silence descended upon the
room, only broken by the scratching of many pen points. Miss Baxter
insisted in having her papers written in ink and written neatly; the
combination was not always easy to achieve.

Phyllis, who had moved her seat half way across the room, surveyed the
questions before her in dismay. There did not appear to be one out of
the ten that she could do. She buried her head in her hands and waited
for an inspiration. None came, and she looked over at Janet.

"She looks as though she positively liked it," she said to herself.
"Well, I suppose I might as well do something."

She settled to work and scratched away for two long hours. She knew
she was making mistakes, but she went ahead, determined to have a
filled and neatly written paper if nothing else.

She had finished long before Janet, but she waited until she saw her
folding her paper before she signed her name to her own. They followed
each other to