oreign hand in rather bad English.

_Beautiful Signorina_,

_Make me the compliment to accept of me this few
chocolate. I like the letter you gave to me on
Sunday. I will again present myself near to the
hotel to wait upon you as you pass. Accept I pray
you the assurance of my profoundest respects._

EMANUELE SUTONI.

"Who is Emanuele Sutoni?" gasped Delia. "And what's he got to do with
us?"

"Nothing to do with us," frowned Jess. "But I'm afraid Mabel has been
trying to get up some silly love affair. If Miss Morley or Miss Rodgers
found this out she'd be expelled."

"What are we going to do about it? Tell Rachel?"

"I don't think so," pondered Jess. "You see, of course, we're perfectly
certain among ourselves that the letter was meant for Mabel, but it
isn't addressed to her so there's no real evidence. Not enough to
convince Rachel. It would be better really to tell her we've found out
and that she's got to stop it."

"I know! Let's tar and feather her!" squealed Peachy excitedly. "That's
the best way to frighten her. Of course, I don't mean _real_ tar, but
soap does just as well. She thoroughly deserves it. I vote we do it
to-night. We'll hold an inquisition in her dormitory. It will be easy
enough to square Elsie."

Peachy's grim idea appealed to the Camellia Buds. They considered it was
time that a public demonstration was made against Mabel, whose general
behavior was very unworthy of the traditions of the Villa Camellia. They
decided to have their tribunal immediately after the lights were turned
out, while the prefects, who sat up later than the Transition, were
still downstairs, and the mistresses were having cocoa in Miss Rodgers'
study. The affair was to be a surprise for Mabel, but as Elsie also
slept in the same dormitory it was necessary to secure her cooeperation,
in case she might give the alarm and summon a prefect. Elsie, however,
proved an easily won ally.

"I can't bear Mabel," she assured Irene. "You may do anything you like
to her as far as I'm concerned. I shall pretend to be asleep. Monica and
Rosamonde and Winnie can't stand her either. I don't mind telling you
that we're going to resign from the Starry Circle and found a new
sorority of our own. It isn't good enough to be mixed up with such girls
as Mabel and Bertha."

"I'm glad you've found them out," said Irene. "It was high time so