ell you all.

"We shall not pose again in these motion pictures for the directors
are, of a truth, most queer. They talk much, but have the small
idea of art. It became necessary to quarrel with them frequently,
otherwise the picture would have contained many ridiculous things.
It is now past, and, of a certainty, I am glad. I am longing to
make the return to Wellington. It will be the grand happiness to
see again all my dear friends, you in particular, beloved Jeanne.

"_La petite_ Norma will soon finish the engagement with the stock
company. We have the hope to meet her in New York, so that she and
your small Imp may make the return together to Wellington. Take the
good care of yourself, dear Jeanne. With the regards of _ma mere_
and my most ardent affection,

"Ever thy IMP."

Jane gave the letter an affectionate little pat. It was almost as though
she had heard lively little Adrienne's voice. How good it was, she
reflected happily, to know that this time she would go East, not as a
lonely outlander, but as one whose place awaited her. There would be
smiling faces and welcoming hands to greet her when she climbed the
steps of Madison Hall. Yes, Wellington was truly her Alma Mater and
Madison Hall her second home.

CHAPTER II

A COUNCIL OF WAR

"What does it all mean? That's the one thing I'd like to know."

Judith Stearns plumped herself down on Ethel Lacey's couch bed with an
energy that bespoke her feelings.

"It is as yet beyond the understanding," gloomily conceded Adrienne
Dupree.

"You'd better go downstairs and see Mrs. Weatherbee at once, Judy,"
advised Ethel.

It was a most amazed and indignant trio which had gathered for a council
of war in the room belonging to Ethel and Adrienne.

"I'm going to," nodded Judith with some asperity. "I have Jane's
telegram here with me. I just stopped for a minute to tell you girls.
Why, Jane will be in on that four o'clock train! A nice tale we'll have
to tell her!"

"Oh, there's surely been a misunderstanding," repeated Ethel Lacey.

Judith shrugged her shoulders.

"It looks queer to me," she said. "You know Mrs. Weatherbee never liked
Jane. It would be just like her----"

Judith paused. A significant stare conveyed untold meaning.

"She couldn't do anything so unfair and get away with it," reasoned
Ethel. "Jane could take up the