e cross her
face.

But her eyes did not change.

"That's nice," she replied. "I'm sorry I won't be there--I've accepted
an invitation to go home with my room-mate."

David looked disappointed. Did Marjorie still care for John Hadley, to
the exclusion of all other boys? He could not help wondering about it,
and, somehow, felt vaguely jealous.

The hour and a half of dancing passed all too quickly, and the girls
were summoned by Miss Phillips to get their wraps. As the boys joined
them to accompany them back to school, David sought Marjorie, hoping to
have her to himself. But he did not find her conversation very
satisfactory, for her mind seemed far away, and he was relieved to have
Lily and Dick join them.

Marjorie had enjoyed her evening, but now she was eager to be alone with
Lily, to discuss, in private, what the fortune teller had said about
Frieda's whereabouts.

"And I really can't help attaching some importance to what she said,"
she remarked, when the girls were finally alone. "Oh, Lil," she added,
"just suppose we should find her! This very week, perhaps!"

"But New York's a big place, Marj!" observed Lily, rubbing her eyes,
sleepily. "So don't get your hopes too high!"

CHAPTER XIII

THE THANKSGIVING HOLIDAYS

Seven o'clock came all too soon for Marjorie and Lily, as they opened
their eyes at the sound of the rising bell.

"Don't you wish we could stay in bed?" yawned Marjorie, glancing at the
clock.

"We can to-morrow; mama will let us have breakfast in bed every single
morning, if we like."

"Oh, Lil, that sounds too good to be true! I know we'll have a wonderful
time."

There were only three hours of classes; after an early luncheon, school
was dismissed. Everybody took the one-o'clock train for home.

"Frieda saved me the trouble of expressing my canoe home," remarked
Marjorie, when the girls were comfortably seated together in the train.
"But how I wish I'd find it--and her, too!"

"Maybe we shall," said Lily. "Don't forget the fortune teller!"

"But New York's pretty big, isn't it?" Having lived all of her life in
a small town, Marjorie had only a vague idea of the size of the great
city.

Lily laughed good-naturedly. "Wait till you see it," she said. "It's
simply tremendous--and so crowded and confusing."

"Poor Frieda!" sighed Marjorie.

Mrs. Andrews's chauffeur met the train, bringing the former's regrets at
not being present in person.

"Mama's out so much," exp