rriet saw a
slim figure clad in a raincoat with head completely enveloped by a hood
dart into the tent. And when Harriet stepped inside, there was Cora tucked
under the quilts apparently asleep.

"Oh!" Harriet gave a little cry of amazement. She wondered for the moment
if she had been dreaming, if Cora had not been there all the time. Harriet
then recalled that a moment before she had seen some one entering her
quarters from the rear of the tent. A bit of sleeve observable at the edge
of the blanket told her that Cora was fully dressed, not in her uniform
but in a blue evening gown that Harriet had seen among Miss Kidder's
personal effects.

"Why did you wake me up?" demanded Cora petulantly, opening her eyes.

"I beg your pardon," answered Harriet coldly. "Here is a tray that Mrs.
Livingston asked me to take to you."

"Put it on the chair. I wish you would go out and leave me. I don't feel
like talking. If any girl comes here ask her to stay out of the tent for
the next half hour. I'm going to get up and dress soon."

Harriet set the tray down and walked from the tent. Her heart was heavy on
account of the deception she had practised. Her pride had been wounded,
too. Did Cora Kidder think her so stupid as not to know what had been
going on? Then the next thought was one of remorse that she had deceived
Miss Partridge and Mrs. Livingston.

"My offense is as great as theirs," accused Harriet.

At that juncture her attention was attracted to a girl running toward her.
It was Crazy Jane. Harriet walked away from the tent. Jane came up with
her a few yards further on.

"Harriet, what is the matter?" she demanded, bending a keen glance into
the face of Harriet Burrell.

"Oh, Jane. I'm so unhappy," replied Harriet sadly.

"Tell me all about it darling" begged Jane soothingly, linking an arm
within that of her companion, leading her farther into the woods.

"Oh, yes, I will tell you. I must tell you. I am bursting, I shall go mad
if I do not tell some one. But Jane, you must keep secret what I tell you.
You must promise me that."

"If it's your secret, I'll promise. If it isn't, I won't promise."

Harriet regarded her companion steadily for a moment.

"I must tell you," she whispered. Then, haltingly, at first, Harriet told
Jane that Cora Kidder had slipped away in the night and gone to the dance
at "The Pines." There could be no doubt of it. Jane learned from Harriet
of the conversation that she had overheard,