n a moment Stella came down. The janitor was with her, and opened the
door for her. As she saw the two Quaker figures her face expressed only
blank bewilderment.

"Who are you?" she asked, bluntly. "I haven't any aunts in Philadelphia."

"Oh, yes, you have," said King, in his falsetto voice, "Don't you
remember your dear Aunt Effie and Aunt Lizzie?"

"No, I don't," declared Stella, and then as she showed signs of being
frightened, and perhaps crying, Marjorie came to the rescue.

She hated to explain the joke before the janitor, but he looked
good-natured, and after all it was only a joke. So she threw back her
head, and smiled at Stella, saying, "Then do you remember your Aunt
Marjorie Maynard?"

"Marjorie!" exclaimed Stella. "What are you doing in such funny clothes?
And who is this with you,--Kitty?"

"No," said King, "it's Kingdon. I'm Marjorie's brother, and we're out on
a little lark."

"How did you ever dare come here?" and Stella's startled gaze rested on
them, and then on the janitor.

The janitor was a good-natured man, but he felt that this performance was
not in keeping with school discipline, and he felt he ought to send the
children away at once. But Marjorie smiled at him so winningly that he
could not speak sternly to her.

"I guess you'd better run along now," he said; "the principal wouldn't
like it if he saw you."

"Yes, we're going now," said Marjorie, "but I just wanted to speak to
Stella a minute. We're going to have a party, Stella, and I want you to
come over this afternoon and tell us who to invite."

"All right," said Stella; "I'll come right after school. And now do go
away. If my teacher should see you she'd scold me."

"She'd have no right to," said King. "You couldn't help our coming."

"No, but I can help staying here and talking to you. Now I must go back
to my classroom."

"Skip along, then," said Marjorie, and then turning to the janitor, she
added, "and will you please ask Miss Molly Moss to come down."

"That I will not!" declared the man. "I've been pretty good to you two
kids, and now you'd better make a getaway, or I'll have to report to the
principal."

"Oh, we're going," said Marjorie, hastily; "and don't mention our call to
the principal, because it might make trouble for Stella, though I don't
see why it should."

"Well, I won't say anything about it," and the janitor smiled at them
kindly as he closed the door.

The pair went home chuckling, and when the