use, which Leslie Cairns had rented
with so much satisfaction, there had been casualties.

Natalie Weyman's cheek bore a long disfiguring scratch, caused from a
too near contact with a fancy pin or ornament. A jab from someone's
elbow had decorated Dulcie Vale with a black eye. Leslie Cairns, who had
essayed to unlock the front door in the dark, declared resentfully that
she had received more kicks, thumps and bruises than all the others had
put together. Due to the fact that the whole party had worn flat-heeled,
black leather slippers, which had been purchased in the men's department
of a Hamilton shoe store, the casualties were less serious. Leslie had
insisted on this measure as a further means of disguising their sex. The
hazers had worn their masquerade costumes under their dominos, having
been told by Leslie that they would not be more than an hour at the
untenanted house. They could easily drop into the Hall and change
slippers on their return. It had been Leslie's private intention to
leave Marjorie there all night. Joan Myers, Natalie Weyman and Dulcie
Vale knew this. The others did not. Hence the objections which had
arisen, resulting in the quarrel that had been their undoing.

There was not one of the hazing party who had entirely escaped injury.
Tender toes had been trampled upon, jarring jolts administered, and
scratches and bruises distributed _ad libitum_. Leslie was outwardly
morose. Her inner emotions were too complex to be analyzed. They were a
mixture of hate, fear, baffled pride and humiliation. The cherished
scheme, concocted by her in the autumn, and on which she had spent so
much time and money, had utterly fallen through. Exposure and disgrace
stared herself and her companions in the face. Had not Marjorie
contemptuously called her by name? While she could not prove her
surmise, she could report the Sans on suspicion to Doctor Matthews.

Now that it was all over, Leslie realized bitterly that she and her
companions had behaved like a flock of demoralized geese. She had been
as badly startled as the others by the appearance of the bat-like
figure. She had recently read a very horrible tale entitled "The Bat
Girl." It had haunted her for several nights after the reading. Ronny's
clever imitation of a huge bat had momentarily paralyzed her with fear.
The unearthly shrieks, wails and moans had also served the purpose of
the invaders. Leslie sullenly wished her own plan had been half as well
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