laid her hand on her heart with an exaggerated sigh.

"Truly and honest!" Patty turned it over and pointed to the initials on
the end. "J. H., Jr."

"It _is_ his!" cried Priscilla.

"Where on earth did you get it, Patty?"

"Is it locked?"

"Yes," Patty nodded, "but my key will open it."

"What's in it?"

"Oh, a dress suit, and collars, and--and things."

"Where'd you get it?"

"Well," said Patty languidly, "it's a long story. I don't know that I
have time before study hour--"

"Oh, tell us, please. I think you're beastly!"

"Well--the glee club was last Thursday night."

They nodded impatiently at this useless piece of information.

"And it was Friday morning that I left. As I was listening to the
Dowager's parting remarks about being inconspicuous and reflecting
credit on the school by my nice manners, Martin sent in word that
Princess was lame and couldn't be driven. So instead of going to the
station in the hearse, I went with Mam'selle in the trolley car. When we
got in, it was _cram_ full of men. The entire Yale Glee Club was going
to the station! There were so many of them that they were sitting in
each other's laps. The whole top layer rose, and said perfectly gravely
and politely: 'Madame, take my seat.'

"Mam'selle was outraged. She said in French, which of course they all
understood, that she thought American college boys had disgraceful
manners; but I smiled a little--I couldn't help it, they were so funny.
And then two of the bottom ones offered their seats, and we sat down.
And you'll never believe it, but the third man from the end was sitting
right next to me!"

"Not really?"

"Oh, Patty!"

"Is he as good-looking near to, as he was on the stage?"

"Better."

"Are those his real eyebrows or were they blacked?"

"They looked real but I couldn't examine them closely."

"Of course they're real!" said Conny indignantly.

"And what do you think?" Patty demanded. "They were going on my train.
Did you ever hear of such a coincidence?"

"What did Mam'selle think of that?"

"She was as flustered as an old hen with one chicken. She put me in
charge of the conductor with so many instructions, that I know he felt
like a newly engaged nursemaid. The Glee Club men rode in the
smoking-car, except Jermyn Hilliard, Junior, and he followed me right
into the parlor car and sat down in the chair exactly opposite."

"Patty!" they cried in shocked chorus. "You surely didn't speak to him?"

"Of