would--at least if her mother let
her go! What should she do? Tell her, and try to meet her? But now that
she was almost convinced that Jennie was not Frieda Hammer, she was not
so anxious to meet her; and if she were Frieda, under the assumed name,
the latter would probably avoid such a meeting.

"I don't believe I'll say anything," she finally decided; "for, even if
I were sure I wanted to meet her, how could I tell when I'd get to
Princeton? And a misunderstanding might spoil a very pleasant
correspondence."

Much to Marjorie's joy, Mrs. Wilkinson wrote that she and Mr. Wilkinson
would drive the girls to Trenton the afternoon of the dance, and make
arrangements to stay at some hotel there over night; and that the boys
could call for them there. The plan suited Marjorie perfectly; the
arrangement of staying in Trenton meant another hope of meeting
Frieda--or, rather, Jennie.

When Saturday came, and Marjorie and Ruth left the school together, it
seemed quite like old times; for recently they had not spent much time
together. Marjorie and Lily had become inseparable, while Ruth spent her
time with many different girls.

When they reached their destination, both girls were surprised to be
met, not by members of their own families, but by Harold Mason.

"And when did you come home?" asked Ruth, nevertheless beaming a
welcome.

"This morning; and John's with me. We mean to drive you girls over!"

"Isn't it pretty far?" inquired Marjorie, doubtfully. She could hardly
take in Harold's words--that John Hadley was actually visiting him. Why
had he not driven over to the station to meet them?

Reading Marjorie's thoughts, Harold explained that John was expecting a
long-distance call from Trenton.

"His mother is staying there with a friend, and as she is one of the
patronesses of the dance she will chaperone you girls. We thought we'd
drive over this afternoon and have supper with Mrs. Hadley's friend, and
then all go to the dance. And we'll all drive back here afterward--Mrs.
Hadley and John are to stay at our house."

"Lovely!" cried Ruth; for this program stretched the party over a longer
period than they had anticipated.

Marjorie had not seen John since the previous Thanksgiving and she
realized that she was becoming rather excited. When the machine drove up
to Mason's, he was on the porch to meet them.

"By George! this is great!" he cried, running down and opening the door
of the car. "I'm so glad to see