were beautifully decorated with yellow crepe-paper, favors, and large
bunches of chrysanthemums in the center. The lights, too, were covered
with yellow paper.

"It's lovely!" cried Marjorie with delight. "And hockey season's over,
so we can just eat and eat!"

It was a typical Thanksgiving dinner, with turkey and brown gravy, and
cranberry sauce. There was only a simple salad but everybody was
expected to eat both mince pie and ice-cream, and to finish with nuts,
raisins and candy.

"I'll never be able to dance a step," sighed Lily at the conclusion of
the feast, as she languidly stirred her coffee.

"We're not going to, for a while," answered David. "For we have other
entertainment."

"What?" asked Ruth, overhearing the conversation, and always eager for
novelty.

"A fortune teller!" he replied. "She is going to tell all the girls'
fortunes!"

Marjorie clapped her hands. "What fun! Nothing could possibly be nicer,"
she said, happily.

"And will she answer questions?" asked Lily.

"One question for each girl!" said Dick.

"I know what mine will be!" declared Marjorie, without the least
hesitation.

"'Does Princeton miss me?'" teased Ruth.

"Wrong again, Ruth," said Marjorie, shaking her head.

The fortune teller, a real gypsy, arrived in a few moments, and the
party adjourned to the dance room to listen. Sitting down upon the floor
near the fireplace, she produced a soiled pack of cards; then,
addressing the girls one by one, she painted glorious futures for them,
with ocean trips, "dark" or "blond" men, letters, and inheritances. It
was all good fun, and most of the girls did not take her seriously.
Their favorite question was, of course, "Will I get married?" to which
the woman invariably answered "Yes"--or, sometimes, "Twice!"

But Marjorie's question was a little different.

"Where is Frieda Hammer?" She asked it seriously, trembling in spite of
herself.

The fortune teller half closed her eyes, and there was intense silence
for a moment. Then she replied slowly,

"New York!"

"Oh, thank you!" cried Marjorie, believing in spite of her better
judgment. "And we'll find her, Lil!" she added, glancing significantly
at her room-mate.

Around nine o'clock the dancing began, David Conner had naturally
arranged Marjorie's program to give himself the first dance.

"Did you know Jack invited me home with him for Thanksgiving?" he asked,
watching her closely, hoping to see an expression of pleasur