could make her smile."

But Dorothy buried herself in her studies, with a determination born of
perfect self-control.

The morning wore into mid-day, then the recreation hour brought
relaxation from all mental effort. A number of the girls who had been
at first conspicuous figures in the Rebs made a particular effort to
speak to Dorothy. She met their advances pleasantly, but with some
hesitancy--they might only mean to make an opportunity for further
trouble, Dorothy thought.

"See here!" called Edna, running along the walk after Dorothy. "Have
you taken the black veil? Not that such a vocation is to be made light
of," seeing a frown come over Dorothy's face, "but you know we cannot
spare you just yet. You may be the dear little nun of Glenwood, but
you will have to keep up with the Glens and the Nicks. We are planning
a reunion, you know."

"Yes, and we are going to give a play on our own account," said Molly,
coming up at that moment. "Mrs. Pangborn has granted permission and we
are about to select the operetta--it will be a musical affair this
time."

"That ought to be lovely," responded Dorothy. "There are so many fine
players among the girls."

"Yes, and you can sing," declared Molly. "We are counting on you for
our prima donna."

"Oh, and we might have Viola accompany her on the violin! Wouldn't
that be divine!" enthused a girl from Portland.

A hush followed this suggestion. It was the awkward kind that actually
sounds louder than a yell of surprise.

"What is it?" asked Rose-Mary, joining the group and giving Dorothy a
hug "on the half shell," which in the parlance of schoolgirls means a
spontaneous fling of the arms around the one on the defensive.

"Cologne will be sure to suggest something from English Lit." predicted
Molly. "She being a star in that line herself thinks the stuff equally
pie for all of us. We might try French--I said 'try,' Ned Ebony; you
need not strangle yourself with that gasp!"

"Came near it," admitted the one with her mouth open. "Fancy us doing
French!"

"Then suppose we go back to the woods--try Red Riding Hood?"

"Fine and dandy!" exclaimed Nita Brant. "I'll be the wolf."

"Because he was the only party who got in on the eating," remarked
Edna. "Let me be the squire--and don't all speak at once for the
grandmother's fate."

"Think it over girls; think it over!" advised Nita. "Back to the woods
might not suit some of our rural friends. For my par