encountered Julia Crosby. Julia glanced at her with an
expression half fearful, half cunning, as though she wondered if Grace
knew the truth about her fall.

Grace returned the look with one of such quiet contempt and scorn that
Julia dropped her eyes and hurried along the corridor.

"How could she have been so contemptible?" thought Grace.

"I wonder if she'll tell," thought Julia. "She evidently knows I was
responsible for her tumble. My, what a look she gave me. I wonder if that
snippy little Anne Pierson knows about it, too. Very likely she does, for
Grace Harlowe tells her all her business. If they do say anything I'll
take good care no one believes it."

She was so absorbed in her own ruminations that she crashed into the
dignified president of the senior class with considerable force, much to
the glee of Nora, who happened to be near enough to catch the icy
expression on the senior's face as Julia mumbled an apology.

At recess Grace notified the members of the basketball team and their
substitutes that she had called a meeting to take place that afternoon at
three o'clock in the sophomore locker room. "Only the basketball people
are requested to be present," she concluded, "so don't bring any of the
rest of the class."

At three o'clock precisely the last member had arrived. Every girl took
particular pains to be there, for most of them had been at the Harlowe's
on the day that Grace had silenced Miriam.

The meeting promised to be one of interest, for had not Grace Harlowe said
that she would tell them something about the betrayed signals?

"Girls," Grace began, "you all know that although it is against the rules
to allow any outsider to witness our practice, we have always made an
exception in favor of Jessica. You all have perfect confidence in Jessica,
I am sure. Since practice began this fall we have allowed Anne to come to
it, too. You remember I asked permission for her to see the practice game,
because I knew her to be absolutely trustworthy."

Here Nora nodded emphatically, Miriam tossed her head and smiled
mockingly, while the rest of the girls looked a trifle mystified.

"Anne," continued Grace, "did not understand many of our plays, so I
wrote out a list of signals for her, to study and learn by heart, telling
her to destroy them as soon as she was sure she knew them. Unfortunately,
she lost them, and at once told me about it. She felt very unhappy over
it; but I told her not to worry, bec